[ carter stiffens. starched old-world behaviour sinking slowly back into place, where upon his immediate arrival she'd been searching the locker with a kind of...manic curiousity. but now (discovered!) she steps back and -- in what might be a gesture of good will -- holds two empty hands up for viewing. ]
Are they? [ she asks, her voice firm but without aggression. ] Yours? Because I when I woke up in a room precisely like this one, none of the things inside of it were actually mine.
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Are they? [ she asks, her voice firm but without aggression. ] Yours? Because I when I woke up in a room precisely like this one, none of the things inside of it were actually mine.
[ blue hair, she notes. odd. very odd. ]