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Head was cocked to the side, dark eyes giving the stranger a once over before she'd open her mouth to utter somewhat of a greeting, "oh —" a pause as she propped SKELETAL elbow against the mahogany of the doorframe she seemingly insisted on blocking, "wow."
A quirky smile contorted the corners of her lips and she gave a delighted flash of teeth. "ARE YOU FUCKED UP TOO?" There was not a hint of hesitation in the downright too personal question and with the slightest shrug of her slender shoulder she stood upright, otherwise black irises catching the glint of stained light seeping in through the window.
It wasn't like Dr. Harmon had ever specifically told her that she wasn't to HARASS speak to his other patients — if so she probably would've ignored the boy and gone on her NOT SO merry way.
She didn't have any plans per say, having asked Dr. Harmon if she could see the kitchen he had DECLINED and now her mood was unsavory — perhaps conversation would help distract her from the EMPTY rumblings of her stomach — she was considering finding the kitchen herself and if she was lucky maybe he knew the house well enough to be of some assistance.
