dresden paranoia 1

I had been too tense for too much of the day to avoid feeling my
shoulders constrict in a sudden twinge. I put both hands around my mug
and brought a few phrases of quasi-Latin to mind. It never hurt to be ready
to defend myself, in case someone was intending to hurt me. I watched
someone approach, a dim shape in the reflection cast by the ancient, worn
mirror. Mac went on with cooking, unperturbed. Nothing much perturbed
Mac

"Mmmm. I don't know, John. I'm kind of busy to be accepting any more accounts right now." The car was almost to my office building. The car door was still unlocked. I hadn't worn my seat belt, either-just in case I needed to throw the door open and jump out. See how I think ahead? It's that wizardly intellect—and paranoia.