[She's just glad to see the dress over her arm isn't going on the floor. That'd be really depressing. The sweater for her dad, well, she just wouldn't tell. Her nearly superhuman strength makes her a lot more muscular than she looks in her letter jacket, and her grip is firm, laced with tennis callouses, before she pulls back.
She grins as she does, looking smug.]
I knew it! Next time you should try brushing your hair instead of putting yourself in my way. [She reaches up to brush off her sleeve.] I'm fine. You?
[She bends down suddenly to snag the fallen sweater and tuck it over her shoulder.]
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She grins as she does, looking smug.]
I knew it! Next time you should try brushing your hair instead of putting yourself in my way. [She reaches up to brush off her sleeve.] I'm fine. You?
[She bends down suddenly to snag the fallen sweater and tuck it over her shoulder.]