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[The only sign that she's not completely comfortable with that sentence is the pulse being shallower in the hollow of her throat.]
It would be a-- [doesn't finish her sentence when the cat jumps into her lap, sees Zelman, and darts back out of the living room and into the hallway. Blinks a bit before standing back up.] I should go check on it. Naoya will be furious if it... breaks a nail or something.