[Ringer drops her eyes to his hand, then follows his arm back to look at FDR again. She doesn't move.]
You tell me everything and I let you in. [She shrugs, as if it's obvious. The way she looks away after says that she knows just how unlikely it is to actually happen.]
183, action;
You tell me everything and I let you in. [She shrugs, as if it's obvious. The way she looks away after says that she knows just how unlikely it is to actually happen.]