[What gives her away, then, is her brisk intake of breath at the sight of the polished metal and glittering chrome; there's more here than just motorcycles, there's vans and garbage trucks and helicopters, and what matters is that it all moves and to see it all laid out there before her just makes it look like it's all ripe for the taking.
For a minute, though, she's hesitant, and that's because she doesn't see the pod of motorcycles at first; for a second there's that nagging doubt that he might've misled her somehow (because of course he wouldn't be wrong, she's the one that's wrong, or just stupid), and she's going to come out of this all the worse for it. But then she peers around and she spots them, and she almost can't manage to stay in place rather than running over to examine them at full tilt.
She does, however, stay in place, and looks at him with the eagerness of a puppy waiting to be let off its lead to go play in the park.]
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For a minute, though, she's hesitant, and that's because she doesn't see the pod of motorcycles at first; for a second there's that nagging doubt that he might've misled her somehow (because of course he wouldn't be wrong, she's the one that's wrong, or just stupid), and she's going to come out of this all the worse for it. But then she peers around and she spots them, and she almost can't manage to stay in place rather than running over to examine them at full tilt.
She does, however, stay in place, and looks at him with the eagerness of a puppy waiting to be let off its lead to go play in the park.]
They're beautiful...