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Apart from waving off Gretchen's over the top display, Trevor sat quietly and watched the two women interact. Natalie slid closer to them and he let his hand slid further along her shoulder. "Dunno," he said gruffly, pulling a case from his pocket and lighting up a cigarette. "Seen 'er before. Feisty one."