What the fuck are you- [She hisses before chasing after him.] There's this thing called pressing your luck. Ever heard of it?
[But she's mostly complaining for the sake of it, a ritual of self-comfort. She knows what Joel would do. Do that. It's safer.]
[In truth, she's pretty fucking curious herself, and she hovers there next to him, staring out the doorway with wide eyes, wondering. Beyond all the questions she should be asking (Is this a trap? Is it a sign? Are the monsters waiting somewhere nearby, or was this the plan all along? Was this meant to get them into the building?) she wonders at the mystery of it. Whatever it was, it'd be pretty fucking impossible with technology as she understands it. Could this be magic? Does magic exist?]
[What other explanation does she have?]
[She's broken out of her wistful imaginings when she hears the other man speak, and knows, again, what she's supposed to do, to say.] Good question, I guess, but I'm not gonna find out with us as bait. C'mon. [She grabs his shirt, giving it a tug, before letting go and walking back toward the stairs with their painted stars.]
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[But she's mostly complaining for the sake of it, a ritual of self-comfort. She knows what Joel would do. Do that. It's safer.]
[In truth, she's pretty fucking curious herself, and she hovers there next to him, staring out the doorway with wide eyes, wondering. Beyond all the questions she should be asking (Is this a trap? Is it a sign? Are the monsters waiting somewhere nearby, or was this the plan all along? Was this meant to get them into the building?) she wonders at the mystery of it. Whatever it was, it'd be pretty fucking impossible with technology as she understands it. Could this be magic? Does magic exist?]
[What other explanation does she have?]
[She's broken out of her wistful imaginings when she hears the other man speak, and knows, again, what she's supposed to do, to say.] Good question, I guess, but I'm not gonna find out with us as bait. C'mon. [She grabs his shirt, giving it a tug, before letting go and walking back toward the stairs with their painted stars.]