Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms,
Re: Ronan X/Brielle M
Yes. [She agreed about it being warm in the car, although it was a mindless kind of agreement as her eyes flitted over passing faces and general surroundings with a panic that was slow in fading. Of course, after she said it, she realized that it was true. It was hot in the car, and maybe that could be attributed as the source of her lightheadedness. It helped to think so, because if there was a cause that existed outside of her own mind, it could be remedied.
Without meditating on it much further, Brielle slipped between two bodies and filed out of the narrow emergency exit. Hopping down from the train, her shoes crunched on grit, moth wings, and old coins. It felt suddenly, irrationally, a hundred degrees cooler and Brielle took a deep breath, not minding the taste of dust on her tongue at all. She glanced up, and thankfulness gave her beauty in the form of a smile. It seemed new, like it didn't get used very often.] Do you know which way to go? [She hoped he had the answers.]