Intrigued, Eve angled back to her chair, leaned back.

Eve angled back to look down the street.

Eve angled her head, then kicked back in her chair as Peabody struggled to keep her face controlled.

Eve angled her head.

Eve angled a hip on the corner of her desk and studied Peabody carefully.

Eve angled her head, looked up toward the windows where Anja Carvell sat with her pot of chocolate and her ghosts.

Eve angled her head at McNab and copped another slice of bacon from the plate Feeney had just fixed.

Eve angled her head, a kind of challenge.