Re: Seventh Floor (703): 12:00 AM
She stepped back quickly as he stood, as if afraid that she was contagious. Crossing her arms defensively across her chest, she watched him a moment, lips pressed into a thin line. "Okay," she said finally as he began to walk away. Twisting to follow him, she sped up, darting around him to walk in front. "Maybe he can extract you from the 18th century," she snapped miserably as she ripped the door to the stairwell open and rushed through.
[[ooC; I'm skipping down to reply to StrangerCase's post, since these guys will be looking for him.]]