He turned, not as if he was surprised, and smiled, though not as wide or as long as he was able. "Hello. Are you passing through, or joining the party?" He added a jovial note of entreaty to that last option, even though she wasn't bulging with muscles or Clark Kent tendencies. His elbow fell easily from the bedframe, and he put up a hand to steady it even as it tipped. Built like the kind of athlete that favors lithe muscle and light weight over bulk, Rick had the unconscious grace of someone who knew where his hands and feet were at all times, but also a cop's trademark division of weight toward one hip or the other.
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