[ Outside of the building, everything is ... darer. Grimier. Suddenly a lot less reminiscent of any part of Cloudbank, and unlike what she's seen before — her gaze keeps getting caught at one thing or another, but they never settle. Almost as if she's instinctively taking in as much as she can, of the roads and the occasional person or the architecture, and—
She's not... startled, exactly, when he addresses her directly. But her attention does snap back, eyes back on Prior; and while the casual question is strange enough to be chilling, she isn't visibly at a loss. A hand begins reaching for her phone as she shrugs, gently the other hand slipping out of his in order to have both hands on the device ( takes a moment to catch his eye, and smile apologetically ). It takes her a minute before she's done her response, turning the phone for him to read: ]
It wasn't by choice, believe it or not.
Looks like trips down memory lane are popular for everyone. [ For one reason or another. ]
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She's not... startled, exactly, when he addresses her directly. But her attention does snap back, eyes back on Prior; and while the casual question is strange enough to be chilling, she isn't visibly at a loss. A hand begins reaching for her phone as she shrugs, gently the other hand slipping out of his in order to have both hands on the device ( takes a moment to catch his eye, and smile apologetically ). It takes her a minute before she's done her response, turning the phone for him to read: ]
It wasn't by choice, believe it or not.
Looks like trips down memory lane are popular for everyone. [ For one reason or another. ]