Cassie measured his words, as if searching for a hidden meaning, or as if she were simply afraid of each syllable.
She inched into the room and sat herself down on one of the two chairs facing Warner's desk. Almost defensively, she tucked her legs in, and placed her hands in her lap as if to make herself as small as possible.
Her eyes scanned every inch of the room, studying each object and detail. When she was satisfied, she turned her eyes to Ben Warner, nervously twiddling her thumbs.
