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Gretel (no_breadcrumbs) wrote in incompletedata,

She saw him eyeing her book; it was impossible not to notice, mostly because of the spark of recognition in his eyes. It wasn't just pure curiosity: he had an idea of what it was.

She quickly wondered if that should worry her.

"This is Romeo," she confirmed, keeping her shoulders straight despite how tired she was. A small amount of that initial tension eased off when he explained his presence. She recognized the name.

"Dean... The one from the American colonies who likes plaid," she clarified with a small questioning look. "I believe his room is... there."

After a look over her shoulder and a point in the general direction with her free hand, she then used it to accept his greeting, hands to wrists instead of palms. She no longer had her gauntlets, and he had nothing to hide daggers in, but habit was habit. "My name is Gretel."