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She was a Shakespeare fan indeed, though she wasn't pleased that he had noticed. It didn't matter if he had read every Shakespearean play or sonnet that ever existed; she still wouldn't find the time to deal with any of these antics. She merely shrugged in response to his question, raising an eyebrow at his poor attempt at sounding poetic in order to explain that he wasn't poetic. Which she could see clear as day, especially after that. She supposed the artistry he was speaking of had something to do with the camera hanging around his neck, but she didn't want to ask. That would lead to more conversation.
Making a pointed effort to keep her eyes straight ahead and not let them stray towards him, she nearly missed the best part of their encounter so far. This time, a huff of laughter really did escape her, her lips even quirking up into something of a smile. It was short-lived, however, as she quickly pulled her fist up to her mouth and masked the laughter as a cough. She'd be damned if she'd encourage him to continue speaking to her.
She took a moment to regain her composure, painting her face into a perfect image of disinterest once more. "I can see I was right about you the first time," came her quick retort. "You have all the fighting spirit of a clown." She opened her mouth to respond to his self-invitation on her walk, but was caught off-guard by his last comment. Well, she couldn't say he wasn't straightforward. "We aren't going anywhere," she eventually answered after gathering her wits. "I am going for a walk on the trail that you seem intent on being an unwelcome tag-along on."