Dorcas really kept expecting something to come out of the walls or the ceiling or one of them. The feeling was starting to be a little overwhelming and it seemed to come radiating off Charlie for some reason. She chewed on her bottom lip, watching Charlie quietly, hands clasped in front of her.
For a moment, she was afraid of the way Charlie was approaching her. And then she just wanted to laugh and draw butterflies on her cheek. And then she wanted to make a dress out of cake and make a man cry and-- a lot of things. All the wants were distracting her from the words and Dorcas fought to pay attention. "No, not a biker... Never done jail time," she confirmed. Dorcas was just weird and shy.
And now her answer was going to be very disappointing. "I haven't met any other people actually... I'm... a bit of a hermit to be honest." That was an understatement. With her hesitating words, she had started further down the hall, looking around and occasionally snapping a picture. She was sort of gravitating towards the altar at the end of the hallway.