[With her brow furrowed, she stares at her hand on her knee for a long, agonizing minute. This isn't right. This isn't how this conversation was supposed to go. She slowly clenches her fists. However, when she looks back up at Hawke, the expression on her face isn't one of anger, but of sadness, and exhaustion.]
I don't understand.
[The image of Jean-Luc begins to flicker and Beverly struggles to fight the rising panic in her chest. Not this again. Standing up, she starts to pace silently in an attempt to calm herself.
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I don't understand.
[The image of Jean-Luc begins to flicker and Beverly struggles to fight the rising panic in her chest. Not this again. Standing up, she starts to pace silently in an attempt to calm herself.
It's clearly not working.]