[Good thing she's a pretty good swimmer. It's just kind of the way she functions, seeing how far she can run before she needs to turn herself back. Or how far before someone else pulls her back. Since her experience in dealing with chatting with the real version of the guy who killed her is kind of non-existent, proper protocol is being made up as she goes.
With a nod, she wordlessly leads him towards the back room, taking a steadying breath as she steps through the doorway. The room feels surprisingly smaller than before, sure that has something to do with the emotions coursing through her.]
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With a nod, she wordlessly leads him towards the back room, taking a steadying breath as she steps through the doorway. The room feels surprisingly smaller than before, sure that has something to do with the emotions coursing through her.]