( The bow of her head equally conveys thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week in return, glad to see he's physically unharmed. She's sure the memories are far less pleasant, though. Well, he knows who he can speak to if he ever wishes to broach it, she hopes. She's been right here beside him, even if she's (yet to?) experience the same fate.

Keep it positive, Ange. He points out the dip in the natural stone of the walls she'd mistaken for shadowing— she's never seen anything that wasn't a flawless manmade structure, after all, poured concrete in thick slabs and reinforced to deter escape— so it may just work. )

So long as no one has that philosophy that promises are made to be broken, yes, I'd agree. It looks promising. No one else in the simulation seems to really notice us unless we make a big commotion, either.

( Small miracles, that. She checks the surrounding and listens for any guards before slipping over to that little nook in the wall, making herself as small and deep in the shadows as possible.

It's difficult when she's pale and light-haired. Thankfully, there's just enough room for them both, it seems. Come cuddle— I mean, huddle. )