( She hesitates again, because -- she's actually leaving many small details out. Which ones mattered? Not the mention that she'd still been in recovery, that she'd at least been out of the coughing fits. It's too much of a sideline.

So what was she leaving out about Jack? )

I don't know, it was just a feeling when I came in the room. Animals pick up on a lot we don't notice, so just... I don't know. It was different between before he knew I was there and after.

( Subtly, like there'd never been a difference there. But she relied on reading those situations; she's spent so much of her life in and out of hospitals, dealing with people who loved and hated and resented or appreciated their jobs and their patients.

Still... )

Then the time thing, that was just how he moved. It reminded me of what it felt like when I was getting used to my stop watch, that's all! Kind of stop go, like I was missing a few seconds watching him take the kid back down the hall. I could have been tired.

( It'd make as much sense. And her eyes, as a canine, were predatory -- they focused on motion, sought it out, chased it down with the aid of nose, ear, all sorts of sensation -- but not detailed. Human eyes saw more detail. Raptor eyes turned detail into an artform. )