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open up your gate, marianna (stillhealing) wrote in inpoormerit,

The man seemed nice enough, and Delia only hesitated for a few seconds before following him into the pub. She couldn't afford to be antisocial; the whole point of coming out here was to gather information, though at the moment it seemed as if Creed didn't know much more than she did. That was almost a good thing, though - she was more inclined to trust a fellow prisoner. "If you have any theories you're a step ahead of me," she admitted. "I honestly have no idea why anyone would want me. It's not like I'm important, and my family doesn't have much money, so ransom is a no." At least now she was able to construct proper sentences, a sign that her initial jitteriness was beginning to subside, at least for now. Her light southern accent was a bit more noticeable than normal, though.

"I'm Cordelia Grace," she added, suddenly remembering her manners. "Good to meet you, Creed."