[She tries to answer. Really, she does. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words stick in her throat, and she sort of hunches her shoulders and curls in on herself in the chair as he works with his tinkering.
The silence will stretch on between them until either he or Baymax breaks it, but she's trembling.]
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The silence will stretch on between them until either he or Baymax breaks it, but she's trembling.]