Jordan took a long moment to stare blithely back at Erik until she was able to effectively trace his mental sidestep. She'd nearly scoffed at the idea of her being permanently rude—Her reputation was neither lost on her, nor of any particular concern.
"Well, no," she finally allowed with a quick shake of her head. "It's the doors, you know. I suppose there is a chance that I might not find the same ones again, but somehow I doubt it."
She couldn't have said why she felt so secure in this answer, only that it seemed a fundamental truth. This place was unexpected, but not without its own skewed sort of logic.
"Why?" Regarding Erik, she arched her eyebrows with the slight upward tilt of her chin.
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Date: 2014-07-27 05:32 am (UTC)"Well, no," she finally allowed with a quick shake of her head. "It's the doors, you know. I suppose there is a chance that I might not find the same ones again, but somehow I doubt it."
She couldn't have said why she felt so secure in this answer, only that it seemed a fundamental truth. This place was unexpected, but not without its own skewed sort of logic.
"Why?" Regarding Erik, she arched her eyebrows with the slight upward tilt of her chin.