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Eloise may or may not have been humming under her breath. The moment she realised this, a strange feeling came over her; she suddenly felt as if everyone might be staring. The idea didn't bother her so much -- she didn't care who stared or didn't. She just wanted to know if they were, for the sake of staring back.
But no --
No, nothing had changed.
Except for one thing.
Someone's taking my machete, Eloise thought absently. She watched him: that visible concentration, his lip in his mouth, the confident curl of his fingers on the hilt. It was nice to know she was fulfilling some need, even if he hadn't bothered asking. Ellie was awful at conversation anyway; maybe it was better this way. I can get another weapon whenever I want.
So that was it. She watched him quietly, even politely, a tiny tilt to the corner of her mouth.