But only by a fraction, her attention falling out of the sky like some errant chunk of stray meteorite. The flicker of alarm—probably a good instinct to have in this place, given the givens—has burned away by the time it actually lands on Sans. What moves in to fill its space is a brief, tight smile absent of teeth but not completely of warmth. There's a speck of humor there in her bearing as she twists around. It's the self-deprecating 'caught red handed' kind.
"It is, yeah."
The line of her attention flits just briefly to the house beyond him, a check at the glow of the curtain across the little window in the door, and then back. Maureen shuffles a little half measure over on the step she's occupying. There's not room, exactly, to share it with him, but the implication is a welcoming one.
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But only by a fraction, her attention falling out of the sky like some errant chunk of stray meteorite. The flicker of alarm—probably a good instinct to have in this place, given the givens—has burned away by the time it actually lands on Sans. What moves in to fill its space is a brief, tight smile absent of teeth but not completely of warmth. There's a speck of humor there in her bearing as she twists around. It's the self-deprecating 'caught red handed' kind.
"It is, yeah."
The line of her attention flits just briefly to the house beyond him, a check at the glow of the curtain across the little window in the door, and then back. Maureen shuffles a little half measure over on the step she's occupying. There's not room, exactly, to share it with him, but the implication is a welcoming one.
"I've missed seeing them from this angle."