Yeah, she's pretty sure she could've figured that out. The kind of silence and guilty looks that makes her know she's been talked about. Like when she'd walked in on Grigio and Perry, knowing something was going on. The scheduling of the rounds, making sure Perry was always front and center. Always leading, even if Julie knew the route better.
"Sorry," she says automatically, catching Joan's look. "He asked if I'd come. Support."
Yeah, like she's real supportive. Guess it's enough she even showed up. She steps a little closer to him, just to get a look at him. He definitely sounds miserable. Part of the reason Julie likes him so much is everything's pretty clear on his face.
Mostly. He still has a little dead slack-jaw going on. Drool. Julie swallows her disgust.
"You look like a lion on the verge of pouncing." Not quite as bad as the Cornucopia, but she knows what the sting of hunger feels like when it snaps at your feet. She looks back at Joan with real curiousity. Where did R meet her? In the Arena? "Is there any way for me to help?"
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"Sorry," she says automatically, catching Joan's look. "He asked if I'd come. Support."
Yeah, like she's real supportive. Guess it's enough she even showed up. She steps a little closer to him, just to get a look at him. He definitely sounds miserable. Part of the reason Julie likes him so much is everything's pretty clear on his face.
Mostly. He still has a little dead slack-jaw going on. Drool. Julie swallows her disgust.
"You look like a lion on the verge of pouncing." Not quite as bad as the Cornucopia, but she knows what the sting of hunger feels like when it snaps at your feet. She looks back at Joan with real curiousity. Where did R meet her? In the Arena? "Is there any way for me to help?"