"You're probably right. I should." She scattered the last of the crumbs, watching the birds. Murdock was right; they did seem to have an oddly programmed feeling to them as they fluttered around their snack. "I'm not sure I'm the type, though."
She looked at him and smiled a little, though she knew he couldn't see it. "I meant it at the time. And I mean my apology. I don't say what I don't mean, even if it's putting my foot in my mouth."