[ Giles prepares his mouth to say another apology, but when he opens his mouth, all he does is imitate a goldfish instead, because his brain has already told his tongue to hold up one second. He stares at Riley blankly for a long moment as what she said processes, looking faintly bemused. He wishes he hadn't deposited his jacket on top of some random object in the semi-dark, he wishes he was clutching it to himself like some kind of pathetic fabric shield.
Eventually, he manages, ]
I- what?
[ It's not much of an improvement, though, let's be honest. ]
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Eventually, he manages, ]
I- what?
[ It's not much of an improvement, though, let's be honest. ]