[ She glances up, looking slightly surprised at the tear. What? She didn't remember doing that. She stands, taking the shirt from him to inspect it closely, wondering if maybe it snagged on something. Surely it didn't happen earlier...? ]
I'm sorry, I-- I'm not sure how that happened...?
[ Oh. There's a brief flicker of recognition on her face, but she quickly shoves it aside. ]
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I'm sorry, I-- I'm not sure how that happened...?
[ Oh. There's a brief flicker of recognition on her face, but she quickly shoves it aside. ]