[ She's not sure who she was expecting. Dante's presence is a pleasant surprise, though, and her expression lightens considerably upon seeing them. ]
No kidding. Feels like the walls are closing in after a point.
[ There's more she wants to say. Something big she wants to ask, but it feels strange to just up and blurt it out. No matter how she phrases it in her head, she feels like it's accusatory. She stubs out her cigarillo in the ashtray to give her mind more time to stall, to prepare, before just up and asking what's been bugging her. ]
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No kidding. Feels like the walls are closing in after a point.
[ There's more she wants to say. Something big she wants to ask, but it feels strange to just up and blurt it out. No matter how she phrases it in her head, she feels like it's accusatory. She stubs out her cigarillo in the ashtray to give her mind more time to stall, to prepare, before just up and asking what's been bugging her. ]
Ish-nee...Ishmael, is she okay?