DP pulled back, sharply, bumping into the doorframe, avoiding her. Instantly, his body language shut down, going tense and tight and impersonal, his eyes cooling and blanking as he forced a small, crooked smile into place and deliberately changed the subject, unwilling to talk about it. "Look -- Snap and me, we haven't had a chance to have dinner yet. Is there anywhere around here I could light up a can of Sterno without bringing trouble down?"
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