With both hands now firmly on one side of the glass, Sinthia turned to more fully consider the intruder: she glanced over him like she would have been taking in his appearance, but her eyes lingered over the spots where weapons could most easily be hidden.
No bulging pockets or seams, no oddly-hanging drape of fabric. Good.
Re: Bodies Without Souls
No bulging pockets or seams, no oddly-hanging drape of fabric. Good.
"You mean you can't see them."