[ As convenient timing goes, Skye really takes the cake. Just as she finishes exploring her own room (thinking of it like that still jars her because, really, it's the room some kidnapper stuffed her in and left her to), she hears rummaging around in the one next door.
Dipping back out into the hall, she checks both directions for mulling about, then moves towards 115. Her fist reaches out to knock on it, and it swings open the rest of the way, welcoming her in. For a moment, she waffles, then decides none of them actually need privacy anyway.
She steps inside and, glancing down the narrow entryway, spots Fitz.
Attempts at casual get abandoned, and she beelines for him, throwing her arms around him. ]
Thank god. [ She buries her face against the crook of his neck, drawing a breath. It's both fortunate and unfortunate: if he's here, it means the others from inside the temple must be as well. Kidnapped, but all kidnapped together. She tears away from him, quick to get back to business. ] We need to find the others.
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Dipping back out into the hall, she checks both directions for mulling about, then moves towards 115. Her fist reaches out to knock on it, and it swings open the rest of the way, welcoming her in. For a moment, she waffles, then decides none of them actually need privacy anyway.
She steps inside and, glancing down the narrow entryway, spots Fitz.
Attempts at casual get abandoned, and she beelines for him, throwing her arms around him. ]
Thank god. [ She buries her face against the crook of his neck, drawing a breath. It's both fortunate and unfortunate: if he's here, it means the others from inside the temple must be as well. Kidnapped, but all kidnapped together. She tears away from him, quick to get back to business. ] We need to find the others.