When the child only gave her his silent, condescending glare, his burgundy gaze made that much more intense being eye-to-eye, she inhaled. When he again turned from her, she let out a frustrated snort, and straightened.
	She cast a dark glare over her shoulder at Holden’s comment. [i]I’m [u]trying[/u] to see if there’s something wrong, here,[/i] she answered him silently, before turning her attention back to the boy, frowning.
	“Fine then.” She crossed her arms, and glanced to the piece of paper she had not been capable of getting a decent look at.
	As swiftly as she could, she snatched at the piece of paper he held to pull it from his hands, hoping that if it did not give her insight to what Michael was doing there, she could at least use it as leverage to find out.