[ Moving a man's dead body would be impossible for her now, limbs loose and warm as they are — so it's a good thing, really, that she deigns to roll herself off Harry's face before he actually suffocates. Face buried against the musty motel sheets, she huffs out a half-amused breath, reaching out with one hand to pat Harry amicably on the chest for his efforts. ]
Still with me?
[ There's another thing to check on. She hasn't forgotten, even if she's reluctant to move around too much just yet — so she lazily drapes one leg over his, nudging her thigh up between his legs to see if anything of interest has stirred. ]
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Still with me?
[ There's another thing to check on. She hasn't forgotten, even if she's reluctant to move around too much just yet — so she lazily drapes one leg over his, nudging her thigh up between his legs to see if anything of interest has stirred. ]