i found you. how funny. sherry birkin remembers her, even now, it seemed, her lips creasing in what looked like a temporary smile. perhaps this was too nostalgic of her, but it was sort of adorable. sweet... ada's back straightening, as if to wave off the SENTIMENTAL THOUGHTS that trailed behind her. the truth was, she hadn't expected anybody to find her here, a place closed off from the world, to let her just... think. decompress. perhaps sherry had grown into the kind of person who might appreciate why it was that she needed to sink herself into something like this. the space, the time.
they've just seen SO many things in such a short lifetime...
she lead her back along the path, looking back on occasion to ensure that she was keeping pace and keeping up. she wanted to ask why sherry was here in the first place, though her first reaction was admittedly to wonder what danger might be lurking as a result. chaos tended to follow people like them, whether they liked it or not, and frankly, she could feel that underlying anxiety there, though she didn't know yet the kind of TROUBLE that awaited them both.
ada had looked into sherry before. the government liked to keep a tight handle on her files, but it looked as if she had PLAYED ALONG and managed to work with that police officer from time to time, still. that there was a special marker on her file, identified, it seemed, as a potential subject for... what, exactly? her cabin sits, undisturbed, as she motioned for sherry to both enter, and to take a seat, leaving her own shoes at the mat, going to put the kettle on. "something tells me this isn't just a social visit~ how are you, sherry?"