...her little pakora nose scrunches up slightly, as a thought enters her mind...
...she presses her lips together subtley,
and shifts them from side to side, as she thinks,
almost as if cranks or pedals for the thousands of little gears in her mind...
...her big emotive eyes, dense, dense, dense with feeling...
...even she doesn't know...
...she is a timed bomb,
that'll never explode...
...that'll just keep ticking and ticking...two...one...two...one...0.5...two...one...two...