[Russian accent? This becomes stranger by the moment.]
Kill you? And whoever would do such a thing?
[Still, he waits, book still clucthed in one hand, for her answer. It would not be the most harrowing thing he's heard, and it would lend credence as to why she's here, but not why she hides from him.
Why, it's almost as though she wasn't here to meet him at all; nor steal anything away that belonged to him, specifically. He is beginning to suspect that this is all randomness, and that she has somehow found his flat by happenstance.]
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Kill you? And whoever would do such a thing?
[Still, he waits, book still clucthed in one hand, for her answer. It would not be the most harrowing thing he's heard, and it would lend credence as to why she's here, but not why she hides from him.
Why, it's almost as though she wasn't here to meet him at all; nor steal anything away that belonged to him, specifically. He is beginning to suspect that this is all randomness, and that she has somehow found his flat by happenstance.]