[ there is a part of her that wants to snap and say she can handle herself. but she doesn't know him yet, so it might be better to keep that to herself. better to let someone underestimate her just in case. she listens to him, going to the window - it opens easily and... ]
What the fuck?!
[ she stares at the street, at the houses. it looks like something out of an old sitcom and she knows in her gut she isn't in new york city anymore.
she grips the windowsill tightly as she leans out to get a better look, nails digging in just to keep herself grounded for a few moments. ]
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What the fuck?!
[ she stares at the street, at the houses. it looks like something out of an old sitcom and she knows in her gut she isn't in new york city anymore.
she grips the windowsill tightly as she leans out to get a better look, nails digging in just to keep herself grounded for a few moments. ]