Re: [Outside AyB: Mari, Dinah, Beckett]
Dinah was strange, it wasn't exactly something she could take offense to, though she'd probably have bristled if pointed out. It was an unspoken acknowledgment, but a weakness of how much she didn't fit in. She and Beck may never, truly assimilate to the outside world they found themselves in. At least it felt that way for the moment, and what was time but moments? All she could think of was the one they were in, but it was constantly bubbled by the past. Back and forth. In short, she was an odd duck in a big pond muttering biblical passages she was no longer certain she trusted.
Her eyes glanced up as Mari moved fluidly through the store and explained how she came to own this particular shop. Family passing on something so special even when not close? Her gaze drifted back down to the assortment of items under the glass. Her head tilted, the hair from her ponytail brushing over her cheek where a small cut was still healing near her left eye. "Something?" Was echoed quietly. Try everything. Everything was beautiful, delicate or extravagant, she'd never seen anything quite like it--save for occasional glimpses from illustrations she saw before The Reverend--
Dinah swallowed, a slender finger hovering over the glass trailing passed crosses, gold, jewels and baubles to stop right over a necklace; it was simple in design, filigree delicacy embracing blue tourmaline. "Is it--"
But her sentence was cut short when the bell above the door jangled, Dinah instinctively jumped, startled, as if the glass from the case had suddenly come alive--ready to bite her for even contemplating such sinful decadence. However, it wasn't an angel at the door ready to reprimand her, it was Beck worry in his eyes and voice clear as the bell above him, and in truth? He was like an angel to her. Dinah's eyes darted between the beautiful woman with the sunkissed skin and the glimmer of panic twitching her brother's face.
How could she have been so stupid?
"I'm sorry, Beck." Her arms that had finally come down at her sides were back against her chest, folded tight. " I'm okay. I was.... I was looking through the windows while you were applying, and she said I could come in and see." Her chin shifted side to side, pensive. "She studied History." As if that would explain it all---and she knew that Beck would easily find her here, somehow, but she didn't bring that part up.