[Susan has the grace to blush a little at being caught staring. It's not, she tells herself, that she's gawping at someone's leglessness: even she, parochial though she might be, knows that's a shitty thing to do. No, it's that she's been watching everyone who comes through - and maybe, aye, that this woman moves so confidently and so fluidly without legs that it's fascinating. Susan's seen people missing limbs before, but never one who still seems so complete despite it.]
[There's something almost comforting in the discovery that, even now, she can still be so hotly embarrassed by small discourtesies. It makes things feel almost normal.]
Cry pardon. I wasn't...
[She clears her throat, fidgeting a little, not quite meeting the other woman's eyes.]
no subject
[There's something almost comforting in the discovery that, even now, she can still be so hotly embarrassed by small discourtesies. It makes things feel almost normal.]
Cry pardon. I wasn't...
[She clears her throat, fidgeting a little, not quite meeting the other woman's eyes.]
Just ain't seen 'ee before, is all.