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[color=8882be]Jay's gaze bore into her own. Sirpa held it for a few moments, then shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Again, she got that feeling that Jay was looking past her at something further than she could comprehend. Were they talking to her, and expecting a response? Sometimes, it was hard to tell just in general when it was her turn to speak. She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, then closed it and nodded. The light around her brightened briefly, emphasizing the feeling that she was being put on the spot, then dimmed. 

The blanket was in her lap again. Did it ever leave? Sirpa tucked her legs close to her and held the edge of the blanket in her hands, twiddling it between her fingers. She was still listening.[/color]