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Strider turns his head to sweep the room quickly. Despite not seeing his eyes behind those shades, you swear you could feel his eyes on you for a long moment. A chill runs down your spine, and you do your best to avoid his gaze, choosing to look somewhere else.
There's a brief pause, and then. "Sure." He pushes off the doorway, walking completely into the room.
Apparently, that was all it took to convince him. The corner of your mouth twitches, and you start bracing to embarrass yourself in front of all these people--because you have a good feeling you're going to now--preferably as gracefully as possible.