Arkham: Stephanie/Crane
[Dank as though she might describe it, Jonathan Crane was quite fond of his little facility. He had grown quite familiar with the shadows that hid in every nook and cranny, and in particular, where the sound traveled the least. There were places, even here, where the screams didn't go so far, but he was careful to keep those a secret.
Having one of the baby birds employed here was both a blessing and a curse, and it simply meant that he would need to be more careful. But that was simple enough; he had no intention of getting caught and locked up, after all. No, Crane wouldn't be fumbling with his lovely wish so quickly.
He had heard, through the grapevine, that Ms. Brown had arrived for the day and was doing her rounds of the patients. He had shadowed her for only a few moments, matching steps with hers, though he had no doubt that she knew he was there. But he made his presence known before she could turn around to face him, the click of hard-soled shoes against the ground as he caught up to her, joining her to walk at her side.]
How are you finding the facility so far? I have to admit that it needs a bit of work here and there, but really, it's come quite a ways, I think. [His voice was easy and amenable, not a hint of darkness in the words.]