Rikki paused, looking over at the man. "...yeah, I can see you. You're not doing a very good job hiding right now, are you?" she asked, even though she could tell that he wasn't actually trying to hide. She couldn't, however, work out why he would be asking her a dumb question like that, anyway. Of course she could see him. She wasn't blind.
At the mention of pockets, Rikki rolled her eyes a little, watching the man start to pat himself down. "Nothing, mate," she offered him as a hint. "I haven't even got pockets in this stupid thing, come on."
Her attention turned back to the door and she tried it again. This time, it opened and Rikki looked back at the man in the room with her. "Are you coming or staying? I'm not staying in a place called 'Hell House' of all things. You can come or not."
Never let it be said that Rikki is too soft. Her friends might have found her demeanor to be endearing by now, but it was probably off-putting to strangers. It was a good thing Rikki didn't care about that sort of thing, she supposed, or she might be miserable worrying about what other people thought. As for this guy, if he wanted to come along — she'd noticed the glow in his arm, too, so he must be in the same situation as she was and whatever; if this was a dream, who cared? He was fit, so he could come along if he wanted, so then at least the view would be nice, she supposed. — then he could do, but if he was going to slow her down, Rikki was going to leave him behind. She'd spent her whole life knowing that she just had to look out for number one and it had been an adjustment to alter that to include Cleo, Emma, and Lewis. Instinct kicked in once she'd heard that creepy recording. She was back to looking out for herself and this guy could either come along or be left behind. She couldn't risk herself for a stranger.
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At the mention of pockets, Rikki rolled her eyes a little, watching the man start to pat himself down. "Nothing, mate," she offered him as a hint. "I haven't even got pockets in this stupid thing, come on."
Her attention turned back to the door and she tried it again. This time, it opened and Rikki looked back at the man in the room with her. "Are you coming or staying? I'm not staying in a place called 'Hell House' of all things. You can come or not."
Never let it be said that Rikki is too soft. Her friends might have found her demeanor to be endearing by now, but it was probably off-putting to strangers. It was a good thing Rikki didn't care about that sort of thing, she supposed, or she might be miserable worrying about what other people thought. As for this guy, if he wanted to come along — she'd noticed the glow in his arm, too, so he must be in the same situation as she was and whatever; if this was a dream, who cared? He was fit, so he could come along if he wanted, so then at least the view would be nice, she supposed. — then he could do, but if he was going to slow her down, Rikki was going to leave him behind. She'd spent her whole life knowing that she just had to look out for number one and it had been an adjustment to alter that to include Cleo, Emma, and Lewis. Instinct kicked in once she'd heard that creepy recording. She was back to looking out for herself and this guy could either come along or be left behind. She couldn't risk herself for a stranger.