Rex said nothing. He noted that Elizabeth did not look at him when she turned back around, which she had been doing naturally up until thirty seconds ago.
He noted the particular way she re-established her professional posture, the small, deliberate straightening, and that this time it was working harder than it usually did.
He did not know what was in the letter.
He did not need to know what was in the letter to have a reasonable working hypothesis about the kind of thing it contained.
I know that bitch is probably talking about me...
Elizabeth said, "We should keep moving," and began walking again.
They kept moving.
They had nearly reached the Academy gate when a voice called across the plaza, and Rex looked up to see someone familiar at a distance of about forty meters, covering it with the energetic stride of someone who has been traveling for several days and is very happy to be done.
"Elizabeth!"
It was Elliot.
