[ Miyuki really doesn't... know what he should be doing here. He stands near the door, idly rubbing the back of his head. It's been a little under a week, and it already feels like nothing's happened here. His eyes travel up to the ceiling as well, as if the answer would just appear to him.
Ugh. He feels sick. Earlier in the day, he'd dared to say something so awful during the most recent meeting, as if he'd actually done anything productive. All he did was make accusations and make unfounded claims.
Part of him wants to take a second look himself-- something to help prove that there was chlorine at work, something, anything, but from where he's standing, everything looks like it's the same. Not to mention... he's still most likely a suspect. The last thing he needed was Hiro to believe he was concealing evidence.
...what's the right option here? ]
... [ He coughs. Breaking the silence. ] Had you... been in here prior to Wednesday?
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Ugh. He feels sick. Earlier in the day, he'd dared to say something so awful during the most recent meeting, as if he'd actually done anything productive. All he did was make accusations and make unfounded claims.
Part of him wants to take a second look himself-- something to help prove that there was chlorine at work, something, anything, but from where he's standing, everything looks like it's the same. Not to mention... he's still most likely a suspect. The last thing he needed was Hiro to believe he was concealing evidence.
...what's the right option here? ]
... [ He coughs. Breaking the silence. ] Had you... been in here prior to Wednesday?