[Cathaway looks to her, tipping her head thoughtfully. Her grey hair falls in a sheet, eyes sharp. Her easy, habitual smile doesn't widen or slacken, but in the moment there's a stillness to her expression that could be mildly unsettling - as if she's forgotten to regulate the small muscles in her face to seem more appealingly normal in favor of narrowing her focus here on Reva before her.]
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[Cathaway looks to her, tipping her head thoughtfully. Her grey hair falls in a sheet, eyes sharp. Her easy, habitual smile doesn't widen or slacken, but in the moment there's a stillness to her expression that could be mildly unsettling - as if she's forgotten to regulate the small muscles in her face to seem more appealingly normal in favor of narrowing her focus here on Reva before her.]
Or is it something else?