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[cupidsammo]

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[cupidsammo]

No, no... It's okay.

[ She inhales, then exhales slowly, in an attempt to straighten herself out—for all the good it does. ]

You're right. We don't know what happened, so...

[gutterbound]

Yeah.

[He holds a moment. Then lets her go, hand and eyes retreating to the safety of his lap.]

...I also think, grim as it may be, that we should expect to get less answers than we hope to receive. Whether it'll be on purpose or not, I just...oh I don't know. Too much about it is too fishy. The way we were all locked up, and fell asleep. That she wouldn't have woken anyone before wandering off. That the angels seem surprised too...

It's not lining up. Not at all.

[cupidsammo]

[ Her eyes do lift, finally, if only to stare at him in mild surprise. ]

You were locked somewhere, too?

[gutterbound]

Yeah. The showers.

[He pauses.]

About eleven people all had the bright idea to wash up before bed, and then the door locked shut behind us. Charlie included.

[cupidsammo]

... That's where everyone ended up at that hour?

[gutterbound]

Don't give me that. Some people prefer to go to bed clean.

[Eleven of them in fact!!]

[cupidsammo]

I know, I know! But I ended up by myself and I couldn't imagine why the store was so empty when it usually isn't.

[gutterbound]

By yourself?

[Oh man. He blows out a breath and feels more than just a little sorry for the poor girl.]

That's bad luck. I'm sorry, that would have got me antsy, too. Even without knowing what was coming.

[cupidsammo]

I thought I accidentally got the door jammed somehow... Or—I don't know. But it's a little nice knowing it wasn't just me.