[ While he waits for Claire to open the door, Jesse stands huddled in on himself, sleeping bag now hugged against his chest, as he casts uneasy glances over his shoulder and around him. When the opens and he follows her inside — he's absolutely expecting an antiseptic-looking surgery, with white walls and sterile modernness. ]
Whoa... [ As he steps inside, he gazes all around him at his unexpected surroundings. The strong pungent smell of herbs, the flickering glow of candles, the warm, earthy scent of the place. ] Man, it's like... medieval all up in here.
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Whoa... [ As he steps inside, he gazes all around him at his unexpected surroundings. The strong pungent smell of herbs, the flickering glow of candles, the warm, earthy scent of the place. ] Man, it's like... medieval all up in here.