She sat still, her empty eyes lost in the distance.
She recounted the events that had taken place.
Her voice was a barren desert, devoid of emotion.
She had tutored her face well.
Her countenance was quiet and obedient.
Her face flowed with her emotions seamlessly.
Her visage was blank, akin to a virgin canvas waiting for the artist to paint life on it.
She rambled on rarely stopping to catch her breath.
Her words were coherent despite the monotonous robot-like delivery.
Once she finished talking, she looked squarely at the interlocutor’s face.
A big smile suddenly hugged her countenance, bringing her face to life.
She thanked him, stood up, and left the room.
She strode off without a backward glance.