[ After some blindingly insightful responses to the orientation - I'm visiting because this is where the trolley stopped, I hope that's okay, and I stay up at night if I have too much sugar in the afternoon. Ryne makes her way slowly through the station. Ideally she would be darting from shadow to shadow, but the whole place is disconcertingly well let for somewhere so hauntingly, familiarly empty. Instead, she moves between pillars, benches, vending machines and other little bits of cover. Once she hears someone else moving around, she hides and watches through a crack in a door.
Which would be all well and good, except it's in this moment that she learns what an automatic door is. So actually she's just standing right there in the open, gawking at the large bloody person. Excellent sneaking. ]
Oh. [ Her eyes flit across the bloodstains quickly before the door closes again, and it takes her a moment to figure out that it opens when she moves. ] Oh dear. If you're as lost as me, that's- very, terribly lost. I'm sorry.
[ The door stairs to close again, so she darts through it to get to Marcoh's side. ]
I am bad at remembering subject lines this is for i
Which would be all well and good, except it's in this moment that she learns what an automatic door is. So actually she's just standing right there in the open, gawking at the large bloody person. Excellent sneaking. ]
Oh. [ Her eyes flit across the bloodstains quickly before the door closes again, and it takes her a moment to figure out that it opens when she moves. ] Oh dear. If you're as lost as me, that's- very, terribly lost. I'm sorry.
[ The door stairs to close again, so she darts through it to get to Marcoh's side. ]
Were you on the trolley, too?