"Definitely," she said and then an uneasy smile and shake of the head followed.

"Good night, Mike," Honor said, and her smile followed the commander out the hatch.

The familiar bright and perfunctory smile followed the words.

Another smile followed the words as he stood, stepping forward and laying the small shield on the corner of the writing desk.

Another smile followed, less open, ironic, and more honest.

Her voice was soft, and a smile followed.

A smile that quickly died as three black-clad figures followed Gabriel into the entry hall.

But at that point he had to break off again, with a little smile followed at once by a very serious look of introspection.

A smile followed the words, dispersing the sense of doom and chill.

A smile follows the single word delivered in a light baritone.