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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Having turned away from Snape, having no real interest if he followed her or not, she scanned the rest of the group of people. She saw a few that she recognized from Mirage. Other than Snape, and of course the Goblin King Jareth, she only recognized one other. But man, was she glad to see her. She grinned at the dark-haired native woman as she came up to her.

"Hell, yeah, I'm fine...S'up, chica! Look, Skeletor is here!" She gestured over her shoulder at the dark-haired man that she'd pretty much been ignoring, but it was done in an incredibly rude way. She still hadn't forgiven the Potions master for confusing the hell out of her when she'd been brought to Mirage previously. And when Faith carried a grudge, it really got very much carried. She smiled at the dark-haired girl and touched the hand that rested on her shoulder briefly.

Then she held up that same hand, expecting a high five. "Shit, girl, looks like we got into this mess together, and we'll find our way out together." She was pretty happy about the whole thing, actually. Mercy was incredibly good company. Not to mention in a group of more or less clothed people -- she saw at least two women who were barely wearing more than she and Mercy were-- she and Mercy were the only naked ones. It made for a bond. Not that Faith was particularly self conscious. She knew people were probably staring at the two naked women, and it didn't bother her much.

"Okay, so what about that psycho 80's rocker?" She gestured to where Jareth had disappeared. "What's the dude tripping on, you know? Maybe we're still on Mirage, and he's just fucking with us." The words were said almost hopefully, though she didn't actually believe them. She'd felt the tug of being pulled to a new realm. She frowned thoughtfully. The whole being pulled around to different worlds thing was getting very, very old.

"So, anyway... you alright?" Her eyes, for a wonder, held actual real concern as she looked Mercy over for obvious bumps or bruises. Of course, the other woman had quite a few tattoos, which would have made it possibly hard to see, but she tried anyway. "Man... this last week has been like the weirdest trip of my life, no joke."