[Sorry, gurl. The Admiral screwed you over with one helluva stubborn inmate with a...uh...glimmering personality and very chatty. Obviously. The narration coughs nervously.]
[Philip says nothing about the blanket, although he notices it. He only raises a silent eyebrow, finding it odd if not particularly noteworthy. He might be a gentleman for letting her sit first, but it's more for his benefit than hers. He sits about as far away from her as possible, slightly turned away from her, but not enough so that his back is to her in any capacity. No matter how little he wants to talk with her or how much he'd prefer this move along, he doesn't trust her enough to turn his back on her. In fact, where he sits keeps her on his left rather than his right.]
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[Philip says nothing about the blanket, although he notices it. He only raises a silent eyebrow, finding it odd if not particularly noteworthy. He might be a gentleman for letting her sit first, but it's more for his benefit than hers. He sits about as far away from her as possible, slightly turned away from her, but not enough so that his back is to her in any capacity. No matter how little he wants to talk with her or how much he'd prefer this move along, he doesn't trust her enough to turn his back on her. In fact, where he sits keeps her on his left rather than his right.]