[ Fun for who, exactly? she's very tempted to ask, but she bites her tongue. She is absolutely not giving him the satisfaction of getting under her skin any more than he very evidently already has. Instead she allows herself once final huff of annoyance before she makes her way out of the apartment. She doesn't let herself glance back at the total mess still perfectly visible through the broken door and tells herself instead that she'll add it to her increasingly long list of things to worry about later.
Even knowing she's not alone, she feels a prickle of unease as she steps out onto the street. Oberon's right - the chances of anyone trying anything out in broad daylight are pretty low. But she still feels horribly exposed as she makes her way down the street. She tries not to look too obviously uncomfortable but she can't keep her eyes off the rooftops, as if she might spot a stray observer keeping a eye on her from up there.
Not being paranoid was nice while it lasted. ]
So... what exactly is the plan for this...? [ She's speaking in a low voice, just loud enough for him to hear. ] Assuming there even is a plan to begin with...
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Even knowing she's not alone, she feels a prickle of unease as she steps out onto the street. Oberon's right - the chances of anyone trying anything out in broad daylight are pretty low. But she still feels horribly exposed as she makes her way down the street. She tries not to look too obviously uncomfortable but she can't keep her eyes off the rooftops, as if she might spot a stray observer keeping a eye on her from up there.
Not being paranoid was nice while it lasted. ]
So... what exactly is the plan for this...? [ She's speaking in a low voice, just loud enough for him to hear. ] Assuming there even is a plan to begin with...