I was just sayin'. Yeah, I know. Grant pats his hand, and goes back to pretending to read. Alex shakes his head and studies the diagrams. Both, it transpires, belong to a fashionably waiflike brunette with her hair loose to her waist and a great deal of silver jewelry.
Grant starts, wincing just perceptibly.
Alex glances up. Grant shrugs her off irritably. Michelle declines to be dislodged. It takes her a second. Then she raises her eyebrows.