Voodoo doesn't notice, not at first, but he happens to catch a glance at the lip-bite out of the corner of his eye.
"What's on your mind?"
As if to preempt any attempt at feigned ignorance, Voodoo claps her on the shoulder. "C'mon, Parker - you're wearing it on your sleeve, for Chrissake. What's up?"
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"What's on your mind?"
As if to preempt any attempt at feigned ignorance, Voodoo claps her on the shoulder. "C'mon, Parker - you're wearing it on your sleeve, for Chrissake. What's up?"