[ she's not waiting for him, obviously, but Cashmere is waiting in the hall, staked out near his room. she's trying to scope out everyone as they arrive, and even better figure out who belongs where and who already knows each other. ]
You look lost. [ she feels lost. Cashmere's gotten a grip on herself and doesn't feel quite so crazy. she just needs to figure out who the hell these other people are, which so far means interrogating everyone she comes across with rapid-fire questions. ] What's your name? Where are you from?
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You look lost. [ she feels lost. Cashmere's gotten a grip on herself and doesn't feel quite so crazy. she just needs to figure out who the hell these other people are, which so far means interrogating everyone she comes across with rapid-fire questions. ] What's your name? Where are you from?