Re: Arkham: Sam/Crane
[She smiled. It was a cultivated smile, yeah? It was distant, like nothing could possibly phase her. And, in a lot of fucking ways, nothing could. She was like a really thin branch in the wind, one used to bowing without breaking, and she regarded him with inky blue eyes that were impartial and passive. No spark there, nothing even remotely interesting or whatever.]
I'm Sam Alexander. I work with the therapy groups, and we wanted to see if you were ready for one.
[She looked at his closed book.] Did I interrupt something?