"Of course not," the girl hastened to deny, again earnestly. She stared at him. Impassive, just like him. He snorted and moistened his lips, glancing down at the tiled floor. He didn’t seem to know quite how to deal with her at the peaceful tone of her voice. It wasn’t like them to behave like that. And it seemed to bother him that the girl didn’t speak to him with open contempt.