Re: Catacombs
Her hands dug into the seat of the chair as he spoke. It wasn’t the voice but…it had to be him. She recognized the clothing at least from the stairwell and if she went through Christine’s memories, she caught a glimpse of the change. No one else could be here, after all. Not like this. She took a moment to take a deep breath, which did very little good and pushed herself from the chair. There was a brief moment of wobbling and taking in the manner he turned away, before she regained her balance. It was enough to make an educated guess for why he hid; and even Christine’s memories didn’t destroy her desire to pull his hood down.
“I get to go back to my apartment, right?” There was an uncertainty, even if he said that she shouldn’t be there. It could mean a variety of things, wherever he lived in the building…Lotte shivered, still watching him. “I mean – not that this wasn’t er, an adventure but I need to go back. Go home.”