[ His guess is right -- from behind the stack, Gaby can only see a man with sunglasses (strange, but then, she wears her often indoors, too, so she can hardly judge). It is only when she steps past him that she sees the cane, puts together the pieces.
Oh. A blind man... and yet he didn't seem trouble knowing exactly where she was standing. ]
No. [ Blunt and straightforward: the Gaby Teller experience. ] I have carried them this far, I will make it to the office.
[ She doesn't want him to leave, though, not without learning more... and so she turns back to him, voice lighter. ] But if you want to open the door for me... [ Well, she won't object. ]
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Oh. A blind man... and yet he didn't seem trouble knowing exactly where she was standing. ]
No. [ Blunt and straightforward: the Gaby Teller experience. ] I have carried them this far, I will make it to the office.
[ She doesn't want him to leave, though, not without learning more... and so she turns back to him, voice lighter. ] But if you want to open the door for me... [ Well, she won't object. ]