[What had happened to that tattered, bloodstained slip? Was it lying rain-soaked on the ground in the alley she last remembered, or had it just... vanished, like she apparently had? Maybe it didn't matter... but for a moment, Havoc imagines it. Thinks that PANDORA might hunt down the last location her messier code had pulsed and find only that, and think... perhaps it was something that had to do with Regressors, and be baffled still.
... Hah. That would be slightly... ironic. If it weren't for the strange, lingering feeling that... not everything was right, back in that place. Had she seen something happen? Or was it all just a dream... ?
She is quiet as Ciel takes out the clothing to offer her, not because she is pensive, so much as the fact that she simply... falls silent, when she has nothing to say. It is not an awkward gap in sound, it's... actually somewhat peaceful. Able to be, with the lack of Lancelnopt Synchrotron radiation pulsing in her eyes. When the robe is draped over her naked shoulders, though...]
Ah... it smells nice.
[Lavender. Like one of the soaps in Laura's kitchen, small and rounded by so many washes by so many hands, young and old. She shakes her head gently, thinking she can handle the dressing mostly by herself... but she is careful with the damaged hand, carefully pinching the collar of the robe with her unbroken fingers to help move it about her shoulders and slip her skinny arms into the sleeves, one after the other until she does encounter something that would hurt. And though she didn't mind pain... it was pointless, if she was being offered help so kindly.]
... the tie, maybe?
[She surrenders that part to Ciel's hands, finally... looking up, properly, and then around, her bright (yet somehow dull) green eyes seeing light and crystal in every direction. Such a strange place...]
This happens a lot... ?
[People arriving this way. After all... Her new acquaintance had come as if she were prepared.]
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... Hah. That would be slightly... ironic. If it weren't for the strange, lingering feeling that... not everything was right, back in that place. Had she seen something happen? Or was it all just a dream... ?
She is quiet as Ciel takes out the clothing to offer her, not because she is pensive, so much as the fact that she simply... falls silent, when she has nothing to say. It is not an awkward gap in sound, it's... actually somewhat peaceful. Able to be, with the lack of Lancelnopt Synchrotron radiation pulsing in her eyes. When the robe is draped over her naked shoulders, though...]
Ah... it smells nice.
[Lavender. Like one of the soaps in Laura's kitchen, small and rounded by so many washes by so many hands, young and old. She shakes her head gently, thinking she can handle the dressing mostly by herself... but she is careful with the damaged hand, carefully pinching the collar of the robe with her unbroken fingers to help move it about her shoulders and slip her skinny arms into the sleeves, one after the other until she does encounter something that would hurt. And though she didn't mind pain... it was pointless, if she was being offered help so kindly.]
... the tie, maybe?
[She surrenders that part to Ciel's hands, finally... looking up, properly, and then around, her bright (yet somehow dull) green eyes seeing light and crystal in every direction. Such a strange place...]
This happens a lot... ?
[People arriving this way. After all... Her new acquaintance had come as if she were prepared.]