[She finishes hammering the second spike before looking up at his etch-a-sketch, and her eyes dilate with interest. She inches just a little bit closer to Ten.] What does that mean? What truth? Whose truth?
[She doesn't bother looking for another spike to hammer in yet, finding the conversation way more interesting than manual work.]
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[She doesn't bother looking for another spike to hammer in yet, finding the conversation way more interesting than manual work.]