[ That question is both strange enough and specific enough to make Constantine pause. In the echoing darkness of the mall, it makes her wonder, wildly, if this woman knows something she doesn't. ]
Why do you ask?
[ She hauls herself to her feet, as well, rubbing a hand harshly over her eyes. Her gaze keeps flicking over to the mannequin, as if she can't quite believe it won't come back to life. ]
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Why do you ask?
[ She hauls herself to her feet, as well, rubbing a hand harshly over her eyes. Her gaze keeps flicking over to the mannequin, as if she can't quite believe it won't come back to life. ]