She leans in as he lowers his voice, and nods solemnly before writing.
DON'T WORRY I WON'T TALK
It's possible she's fucking with him. Her deadpan is pretty good, though. Hard to say.
As she's showing him her response, though, another housewife comes bustling up to the freezer case. Chell immediately hugs her notebook to her chest, stepping back, her self-consciousness flooding back. The housewife greets Chell with an overly loud "Hello there, hon," and a smile -- a smile that disappears when she glances at Raskolnikov.
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DON'T WORRY
I WON'T TALK
It's possible she's fucking with him. Her deadpan is pretty good, though. Hard to say.
As she's showing him her response, though, another housewife comes bustling up to the freezer case. Chell immediately hugs her notebook to her chest, stepping back, her self-consciousness flooding back. The housewife greets Chell with an overly loud "Hello there, hon," and a smile -- a smile that disappears when she glances at Raskolnikov.