[Qubit's actually at the house for once, so he doesn't even have to portal over. He just locks up the place and walks next door. And he's wearing a trenchcoat like always, so it's not as if he has room to say someone's overdressed.
He does catch the haunted look, largely because she sounded that way in her messages. But he thinks she's expecting him, so he's pretty casual in his approach.]
[That is certainly surprise as she jerks her head up to look at him. Peripherally she'd heard the footsteps, but didn't expect to be called out to. There's a second of fear that tenses her muscles, ready to move if she has to, but recognizing Qubit she releases a breath and forces herself to relax.
Not Crane. He's locked up and can't hurt anyone anymore.
She shifts her weight and casually pretends that her shock never happened.]
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He does catch the haunted look, largely because she sounded that way in her messages. But he thinks she's expecting him, so he's pretty casual in his approach.]
Evening.
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Not Crane. He's locked up and can't hurt anyone anymore.
She shifts her weight and casually pretends that her shock never happened.]
Hey, what's up?
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...she looks down at her comm. Oh. There's a flash of disappointment but it's not directed at him specifically.
Well, the comm screwup made this bed, she might as well lay in it.]
I don't know. Just run. Use the exercise as a distraction from thinking for an hour. I tend to just go where my feet take me.