[ Welcome to your new digs for the foreseeable future, Connor. Stacks on stacks of metal storage crates and all. Red's settled down on one of the smaller boxes, legs crossed, frame surprisingly relaxed despite having been stuck here for ... however long ( she's cycled through her frustrations already, and the small dent in the far box over there speaks to that ).
She smiles, when he enters. A little defeated and largely polite. Finally stands up when he turns back around in an attempt to open the door, pulling out her phone.
Should he turn around again, there's a phone screen turned towards him, a message typed up. If he doesn't, then she'll just tap him on the shoulder. ]
It locks from the outside. [ Because that's a good idea. ] And closes when you come in.
A!
She smiles, when he enters. A little defeated and largely polite. Finally stands up when he turns back around in an attempt to open the door, pulling out her phone.
Should he turn around again, there's a phone screen turned towards him, a message typed up. If he doesn't, then she'll just tap him on the shoulder. ]
It locks from the outside. [ Because that's a good idea. ] And closes when you come in.
Can you break it? [ No harm in trying. ]