*very scrupulously does not wince* *and does not wince at the calm, deliberate manner with which you retrieve that whatever-it-is on the bottom of the Wrong pile (which is exactly what that small stack is, she now suspects)*
*presses her lips together but doesn't reply immediately, instead taking the paper from you and looking it over* *knows the faint flinch at the corners of her eyes and lips is a dead giveaway (oh, Erestor)* *gives a slow headshake* I... no. I'm sorry, I (should have caught this) (shouldn't have lied)...