Once he had given his permission, Christine broke into another bright grin. She had been doing it a lot to night and she knew it was because of Erik. Her Angel of Music seemed to relieve all her fear, all her worry, and nervousness concerning this strange place. As it was, the young singer still didn't know how to use the network at all properly or, at least, she didn't think she did it right. Still, she had found Erik and that was really all that mattered, didn't it? As it was, she felt safer with his arm around her, tugging her into the warmth of the apartment building, and leading her towards an elevator.
"Thank you. I-This place is so very strange," she replied softly and stepped closer to the music teacher, taking comfort in the warmth of body's proximity to her own. She really shouldn't have; it was hardly appropriate to think such thoughts, but she couldn't stop them from coming. They had always been there, muddled in with her feelings for Raoul, but now, that kiss under the moonlight, waves lapping at the shoreline, have push all doubts away. This was where she belonged. The elevator, that is what they called it, dinged and the doors slid open with a sudden whoosh. Tentatively, the copper haired girl stepped inside, looking back at Erik with questioning eyes. Was this alright? Would it eat her up? She truly didn't know.