The stories had been told and the jurors seemingly pleased, leaving the door open for them to take their exit. There hadn't been any need to linger, and after exchanging a nod to the others she had been trapped with, Isobel jogged upstairs to the ninth floor and her apartment. She stopped at the landing, pausing with one hand on the wall, cheeks flushed and chest heaving slightly from running up nine flights without pause.
"Jasper?" she asked, easing closer to her door, a curious look on her face. "What happened? Your hair's all... wet." She reached up to give it a tousle, her head tilted to the side. Other than flushed, she looked as she normally did, though her clothing left something to be desired. Her tank top was skimpy and her pajama pants laying low on her hips, feet bare as a testament to her nap from earlier.