[ She heaves the sigh of a woman resigned (and yet ferociously determined to find a cheeseburger). ]
No. [ She reaches up to rub at the spot between her brows, closing her eyes for a split second before looking back down the length of the corridor as if that holds any answers or clues. ] No, ordinarily this place runs like clockwork. But there was an incident a few weeks ago that left it a little worse for wear which apparently means the doors fancy themselves as Harry Houdini, amongst other things.
[ She glances back at him then her expression softens into something a little more warm and polite. ]
Did you just wake up?
[ Seeing as he asked if this is normal. Most anyone who's been around since at least the last wave of refugees would know how Thesa regularly operates. ]
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No. [ She reaches up to rub at the spot between her brows, closing her eyes for a split second before looking back down the length of the corridor as if that holds any answers or clues. ] No, ordinarily this place runs like clockwork. But there was an incident a few weeks ago that left it a little worse for wear which apparently means the doors fancy themselves as Harry Houdini, amongst other things.
[ She glances back at him then her expression softens into something a little more warm and polite. ]
Did you just wake up?
[ Seeing as he asked if this is normal. Most anyone who's been around since at least the last wave of refugees would know how Thesa regularly operates. ]