[ She's beginning to think, somewhere between the crash landing and the waking up and finding her suitcase and stepping into the lobby, that this can't possibly be the work of something back home. Can it? Even this feels beyond the realm of anything they've ever dealt with. It seems unreal, like a dream maybe. But it doesn't feel like a dream. Maybe she's been underestimating what they've been dealing with.
She takes the time to locate her room, room 312, first. She drops her suitcase off there and searches the room, not necessarily quietly. Actually, she's being kind of loud, moving furniture and tearing the covers off the bed, pulling out drawers flipping over the mattress. She's looking for clues or a weapon, but she finds none. Looks like she'll have to use her body.
she ends up back in the lobby, and this time her search is for information. There seem to be a lot of other people here who don't know how they got here, and she listens to them talk, even if they aren't really talking to her. Eavesdropping isn't very becoming, but it's sure as hell useful. She's doing an unusually good job at keeping herself calm. Once she's back in her room and alone, she'll allow herself the opportunity to freak out. But now's not the time, so she keeps it buried.
Eventually, she finds herself at the window, peering outside. Not that it does any good. She can't seen anything out there. But she can hear the rain, and it just serves to make the situation more dreary. ]
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[ She's beginning to think, somewhere between the crash landing and the waking up and finding her suitcase and stepping into the lobby, that this can't possibly be the work of something back home. Can it? Even this feels beyond the realm of anything they've ever dealt with. It seems unreal, like a dream maybe. But it doesn't feel like a dream. Maybe she's been underestimating what they've been dealing with.
She takes the time to locate her room, room 312, first. She drops her suitcase off there and searches the room, not necessarily quietly. Actually, she's being kind of loud, moving furniture and tearing the covers off the bed, pulling out drawers flipping over the mattress. She's looking for clues or a weapon, but she finds none. Looks like she'll have to use her body.
she ends up back in the lobby, and this time her search is for information. There seem to be a lot of other people here who don't know how they got here, and she listens to them talk, even if they aren't really talking to her. Eavesdropping isn't very becoming, but it's sure as hell useful. She's doing an unusually good job at keeping herself calm. Once she's back in her room and alone, she'll allow herself the opportunity to freak out. But now's not the time, so she keeps it buried.
Eventually, she finds herself at the window, peering outside. Not that it does any good. She can't seen anything out there. But she can hear the rain, and it just serves to make the situation more dreary. ]