there ’ s something vaguely off about this place . something that makes shivers crawl up her spin , makes her cross her arms for comfort . same instincts that she got from blackwell , she supposes , that have her hard wired for fight or flight .
( she hopes , anyways . )
“ excuse me , ” look agreeable , approachable . don ’ t smile , but don ’ t look cross either . especially , especially , don ’ t let any surprise cross your face at the sight of him . “ i think i ’ m lost . could you help me ? ”
perhaps you ’ ll see through her act , @eciohcon . ( a ; s . c . )