[ The mention of those who have been here longer feels more ominous than he perhaps intends it to be. Quite simply, she's worried—more so than she'll ever show on her face, but then, that's not so unusual for her.
Instead, for now, her worry manifests more as wry amusement, as she ashes her cigarette and folds her arms, choosing to lead the way rather than linger at the map. ]
I don't know that I'd call myself lost. A city is a city, isn't it? [ Said, perhaps, a little too casually. And it might be that she realizes that, along with the fact that she should probably be a little more welcoming to a stranger—the idea of fearing Midnight, in any capacity, doesn't occur at all. ]
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Instead, for now, her worry manifests more as wry amusement, as she ashes her cigarette and folds her arms, choosing to lead the way rather than linger at the map. ]
I don't know that I'd call myself lost. A city is a city, isn't it? [ Said, perhaps, a little too casually. And it might be that she realizes that, along with the fact that she should probably be a little more welcoming to a stranger—the idea of fearing Midnight, in any capacity, doesn't occur at all. ]
Sorry for not offering—do you smoke?