Re: Inside: Amelia/Shane
[Shane did not comment about the $20s because his mind recognized a comment like that as a trap. Instead, he just laughed to himself. He doesn't watch her fan out her clothes from her skin. In fact, he very determinedly looks away, eyes slotting downward to a drizzle of fouled water as it pooled on the floor under his dripping elbow.] We could just fucking dunk him in a barrel.
[It's a joke. They can't waste the water. He sniffs, only returning his eyes to the woman when she talks directly to him. He looks around her, not at her, as his eyes move upward, so careful not to rake over her.] Nine. [Shane finishes drying his head, and starts ambling back toward his cell for a shirt.]