[Her arches his eyebrows only faintly, not truly insulted: this is hardly the sort of fare he would bring to his own table, but he's well versed in desperate times.
Her question - not a question, but the heart of it - makes him cock his head.]
They are not used to the light and noise. [He lies and never sounds like he does. His heart rate never raises. It rarely does.] Not easy to find, I'm afraid.
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Her question - not a question, but the heart of it - makes him cock his head.]
They are not used to the light and noise. [He lies and never sounds like he does. His heart rate never raises. It rarely does.] Not easy to find, I'm afraid.