[She sort of eyes him a minute, almost like she's sizing him up in the face of this newfound confidence and determining how that interplays with her own ego, but then she acquiesces and pulls down her hood, shouldering off her coat and unwinding the scarf from her face.
(The fact that she's relinquishing her coat at all, perhaps, speaks volumes, considering that's her coat and without it, without her heels, without her hat and lipstick, she looks surprisingly unlike the Carmen Sandiego most everyone knows.)
But she does, and then as directed she ambles into the kitchen to poke around the cupboards, more out of her usual insatiable curiosity than anything else.]
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(The fact that she's relinquishing her coat at all, perhaps, speaks volumes, considering that's her coat and without it, without her heels, without her hat and lipstick, she looks surprisingly unlike the Carmen Sandiego most everyone knows.)
But she does, and then as directed she ambles into the kitchen to poke around the cupboards, more out of her usual insatiable curiosity than anything else.]
Why are you up so late?