[No, she's not in danger, but her room looks like a brawl went down in it and she's telling him her stuff is on the twenty sixth level and what? While she pauses he spends the time impatiently picking his way through with a frown, Christ, what a mess.
He's not sure what he's expecting when she answers, but it's not that. That doesn't make a damn bit of
wait.]
You moved.
[Fuck moving, until she answers he's not sure he's even breathing.]
voice;
He's not sure what he's expecting when she answers, but it's not that. That doesn't make a damn bit of
wait.]
You moved.
[Fuck moving, until she answers he's not sure he's even breathing.]