Gotta hang on

Being the quiet girl she was, she paid attention to the features of others, always noticing fine changes and linking them towards emotions. She saw the male frown, but why? Was he not her brother? She couldn't remember that far back, to be honest. Well, her assumption turned out to be correct anyway, so at least it comforted her to know she was with a family member.  For an older brother, he sure talked a lot. All these words! There were too many of them! If only everyone could talk less and have just as much meaning in their fewer words. "Yeah, th-that's it. I w-w-was w-w-walking," she corrected herself, blushing with embarrassment. Of course she had been doing something, but walking wasn't exciting or important enough to be a something. Was she supposed to be doing something else? She couldn't recall her mothers saying anything like that to her. "N-N-Not f-fun," she added, shaking her russet head.