[ She has the apple in hand again, Reiner. Stop that.
She squeezes the bruised fruit briefly as if she were tempted to pitch it again before wiping it off on her shirt. Making an aggravated, quiet sound, she sits heavily in the chair across the table from her comrades. ]
no subject
She squeezes the bruised fruit briefly as if she were tempted to pitch it again before wiping it off on her shirt. Making an aggravated, quiet sound, she sits heavily in the chair across the table from her comrades. ]
Distant.