[ Good, that's her first thought with his first utterance. She doesn't say it, fingertips resting against the door frame. She's settled in front of it, her back turned to the apartment proper. Her sense has her feeling, reading the signatures in the rooms around them, the hall, tracking their positions, movement. She should go, but that sees her pause. ]
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Date: 2020-01-07 01:00 am (UTC)You've got them now, too, don't you?