[ Rachel is nothing if not transparent, and boy wouldn't a mask be handy right about now. A fleeting thought, that. She isn't the mask-wearing type and never will be. What you see is what you get with Rachel Dawes and she's still learning how to navigate that in the presence of those who belong behind bars.
That means you, Mister Crane. ]
Not quite.
[ She glances down at his hands at the corner of her eyes. After a beat, she shrugs and looks up at him. ]
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That means you, Mister Crane. ]
Not quite.
[ She glances down at his hands at the corner of her eyes. After a beat, she shrugs and looks up at him. ]
Not yet.
[ And a glare. Always a glare. ]