Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Rosalie held out her hands and waited for him to climb on. "We're going to my apartment!" she explained, standing up carefully once he was on and starting back down the stairs. "Although, really, I'm not exactly sure how many people will remember how to use a computer if they're all like this." With the hand that wasn't holding him, she made a vague sweeping gesture that encompassed the building, indicating that it was the cause of whatever she was talking about.
"So, you're in New York." Rosalie paused there, trying to think of how to explain it simplest. Most fairy tales didn't include things like taxis and skyscrapers. "Which is just a big city. The biggest in the country. And then, this building we're in is an apartment building called Bellum Letale. And it's funny, most of the time. In the peculiar sense of the word." Glancing down to check if he was understanding her, she smiled at him.