[She nods, with a one shoulder shrug as a response. He has a point. She watches him from a few steps back, concerned that his solution is to just stand there holding the wooden shutters before she gets the picture.
Eleanor scooches forward, hands fumbling onto the shutter. It's not that it's heavy, it's more that it's awkward since she can't communicate without the damned device. She gives him a look clearly saying, now what?]
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Eleanor scooches forward, hands fumbling onto the shutter. It's not that it's heavy, it's more that it's awkward since she can't communicate without the damned device. She gives him a look clearly saying, now what?]