People are even less so.
Yvette certainly knows that much. Yvette sat back heavily against the chair, folded her arms across her knees in a half thinking, half frustrated gesture. He leaned his head and a narrow shoulder on the doorframe, one leg bent, as though holding himself from falling. He let one arm go to tap the metal frame with his fingertips. He had paused for a moment, asking himself why he even bothered to say anything.