[ That's the ticket for her to manage a smile. Faint, but still a smile amid the insanity of the place.
Her hopes rise when she finds out he knows the location of these locker rooms, giving him a look edging toward amusement about how this will be like shopping. ] They shouldn't have taken my clothes if they didn't want me to find something here to take, to wear. [ This thievery will also be harmless, in her opinion, and she stands true to her words.
Letting him lead, staying as close as comfort and walking allow, she steps inside the room and lets Damon pass through, watching as he goes. She sticks to right where she entered, having sized up the room, any sun creeping inside. Fortunate that the path they took was safe in that regard, too.
Air passes through her lips in the quietest of laughs over his admission of having previously broken into the first lockers he checks. Her brows knit slightly when he mentions options: guess who hasn't paid attention to the technology there? She blinks when he breaks into it so easily -- remembering you're a vampire and knowing what all a vampire is capable of? two different things. is he a vampire too? or... ] Weak lock? [ The question slips out before she can stop it, stepping forward, head tilting at the dress. ] Uh... [ Said before he finishes with that. Her lips purse down but she reaches to take it from him. ] That is what I've wanted to fix the most, so -- this'll do. For now. [ To which she glances at the closed door before stepping over to the side a bit farther, assuming that Damon's line of sight can alert her to if someone plans on trudging through the door.
She takes a slow breath, giving him a careful look. In reality, there isn't a shred of modesty rolling around in her head. Is there for Elena? She doesn't know, but with affection and tenderness has come a level of comfort that she's not completely sure if Damon will return but, her limbs are shifting to shrug the gown away, dress being slipped on immediately after. Looking down and smoothing her hands down over her the fabric covering stomach once it's on, snug and in place, her lips purse to the side a bit. Then, she looks back to Damon. ] I -- don't trust anyone here but you, right now, Damon. I wanna talk to you first. I can't trust going to the office of a sheriff who steals from people. [ It's true! She may be stalling, slightly, since they're somewhere with almost no sunlight, and that's a win in her book.
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Her hopes rise when she finds out he knows the location of these locker rooms, giving him a look edging toward amusement about how this will be like shopping. ] They shouldn't have taken my clothes if they didn't want me to find something here to take, to wear. [ This thievery will also be harmless, in her opinion, and she stands true to her words.
Letting him lead, staying as close as comfort and walking allow, she steps inside the room and lets Damon pass through, watching as he goes. She sticks to right where she entered, having sized up the room, any sun creeping inside. Fortunate that the path they took was safe in that regard, too.
Air passes through her lips in the quietest of laughs over his admission of having previously broken into the first lockers he checks. Her brows knit slightly when he mentions options: guess who hasn't paid attention to the technology there? She blinks when he breaks into it so easily -- remembering you're a vampire and knowing what all a vampire is capable of? two different things. is he a vampire too? or... ] Weak lock? [ The question slips out before she can stop it, stepping forward, head tilting at the dress. ] Uh... [ Said before he finishes with that. Her lips purse down but she reaches to take it from him. ] That is what I've wanted to fix the most, so -- this'll do. For now. [ To which she glances at the closed door before stepping over to the side a bit farther, assuming that Damon's line of sight can alert her to if someone plans on trudging through the door.
She takes a slow breath, giving him a careful look. In reality, there isn't a shred of modesty rolling around in her head. Is there for Elena? She doesn't know, but with affection and tenderness has come a level of comfort that she's not completely sure if Damon will return but, her limbs are shifting to shrug the gown away, dress being slipped on immediately after. Looking down and smoothing her hands down over her the fabric covering stomach once it's on, snug and in place, her lips purse to the side a bit. Then, she looks back to Damon. ] I -- don't trust anyone here but you, right now, Damon. I wanna talk to you first. I can't trust going to the office of a sheriff who steals from people. [ It's true! She may be stalling, slightly, since they're somewhere with almost no sunlight, and that's a win in her book.
She needs to know more. Not risk going outside. ]