[ She's relieved when gestures, moving quickly towards House 4, up the deck steps and into the kitchen. She goes to place the knife into the sink, figuring she can clean it later. Her hands are still shaking - that was a way more successful knife fight than the one with Damon had been and she's trying to catch her breath for a second. Between the dust and the fight, her broken ribs are aching something fierce, and she leans against the counter with one hand, the other holding onto her torso as though it will help the pain go away faster.
Her eyes crack open to look at Maya, a slightly exhausted look on her face. Why was she so comfortable talking? Why was she wearing normal clothes? ]
You're new, aren't you? Why didn't they explain everything to you before they let you leave the room? [ It doesn't occur to her that she may have woken up elsewhere in the slightest. ]
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Her eyes crack open to look at Maya, a slightly exhausted look on her face. Why was she so comfortable talking? Why was she wearing normal clothes? ]
You're new, aren't you? Why didn't they explain everything to you before they let you leave the room? [ It doesn't occur to her that she may have woken up elsewhere in the slightest. ]