[Hope notices the insect because it's in her blood: her father's obsessed with ants, she knows more about them than she cares to sometimes. She follows it as it lands on her sleeve, smiles a little as it scuttles up her arm...
...then she stills, frowning at it curiously as she squints.
no subject
...then she stills, frowning at it curiously as she squints.
No, it can't--can it? Is that...]
...Scott?