[For a brief moment, Daan had been dwelling, left to his own devices. The situation at hand, the game, his inevitable fate, and denied the truth he was trying to seek in Prehevil. His only relief, apparently, is that the damned cat isn't here, no jovial voice or the familiar click of those boots.
Then Marina shows up, practically bumping him out of his thoughts. Daan glances at her, then snorts, faintly amused.]
Oh, it's nothing remarkable, I assure you. But if you need that consolation, who am I to deny you?
[He could say no and she'd find a way inside, that much Daan assumes to be true.
So he uses the strange watch to unlock the door, opening and nodding for her to go first.]
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Then Marina shows up, practically bumping him out of his thoughts. Daan glances at her, then snorts, faintly amused.]
Oh, it's nothing remarkable, I assure you. But if you need that consolation, who am I to deny you?
[He could say no and she'd find a way inside, that much Daan assumes to be true.
So he uses the strange watch to unlock the door, opening and nodding for her to go first.]