Re: Outside
This bit of freedom in Las Vegas was wholly unexpected, but certainly not unappreciated in the eyes of Dr. Jonathan Crane. Passages Hotel had been abandoned, boring and uninteresting, though the world outside posed a different sort of challenge in the ice that coated every surface, making what should have been an easy journey treacherous and challenging. But Crane was many things, and a survivor was certainly among those words he boasted. Alexander's home held no call for him in the slightest, but his office, that was another story. A stop by there, made longer by the locked doors he encountered, and Crane saw himself outfitted with some of the drugs that Alexander had been working on under his strict and demanding tutelage. They were amateurish at best, but given the lack of his own equipment, they would have to do for the moment.
A check of a television before he left saw him hearing news of the women who had taken over Caesar's Palace, and if any had seen the smile that pulled at his lips, they would have ran from the sight. So, the cat had gotten some bit of freedom from his asylum. Best to remind her of where she belonged.
It was no easy task to make his way to the hotel, but an hour later, Crane saw himself there, standing outside, hands shoved in the pockets of his tailored brown pants, giving a long look to the building. He might have stayed that way for some time, but the figure in black off to the side drew his attention. She was not the same as she had been on their side of the door, no, but he would recognise the curve of those hips and the feline prowl of her limbs. "You're declawed on this side of the door," Crane said as he approached, head canted to the side as he simply observed.