[Help. She's being perceived. Face only burning more, Ryder brings her legs to her chest and her book along with them, trying to use it as a shield she can hide behind. There's a grimace on her face, and the look in her eyes if it can be read through her determination of looking anywhere else says that there are perhaps some unkind thoughts making circles in her head, but eventually she manages to shrug and clear her throat. It doesn't bring her voice up to more than a mumble.]
Just -- a few. Just for that. [The opportunities and failings of blank pages.] ...n' some Shel Silverstein.
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Just -- a few. Just for that. [The opportunities and failings of blank pages.] ...n' some Shel Silverstein.