Nancy Drew. [She echoes and laughs, shaking her head. Coming from a friend, she doesn’t mind the nickname, but had it been someone else she probably would have shot an icy glare in his direction.] Yeah, I guess that’s me, now.
[At the comment that people don’t read the newspaper, though, she wrinkles her eyebrows and her lips twist into a displeased little frown. It’s unclear whether the expression is serious or meant as a joke.] Hey, now. Are you calling my work obsolete?
[She quirks a brow as if she’s daring him to say yes. This is dangerous territory, Frank. Tread carefully.]
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[At the comment that people don’t read the newspaper, though, she wrinkles her eyebrows and her lips twist into a displeased little frown. It’s unclear whether the expression is serious or meant as a joke.] Hey, now. Are you calling my work obsolete?
[She quirks a brow as if she’s daring him to say yes. This is dangerous territory, Frank. Tread carefully.]