[ briefly, marta is taken back to the moment kovacs entered the chapel, how she'd been far too distracted then to notice what was happening behind him. ]
No, [ marta's voice is grim, resighned. ] It shut behind you.
[ whether by someone else's hand, by the winds of the storm she'd been trying to avoid, or some secret, third option that feels less and less ludicrous the more time she spends here. with a sigh of frustration she stomps back over towards the altar, seemingly alright with eschewing reverence now that the more devious undertones of the chapel's use has come to light. she plops herself down right there at the top of the short steps, propping her elbows onto her knees to cradle the sides of her face with her hands. her gaze falls on the shut door, and the man still studying it, with barely concealed contempt.
the unspoken question of what now? hangs heavy in the small space of the chapel, but marta doesn't want to be the first to voice it. there are no windows to try and smash and crawl out of, and somehow she doubts even a man of kovacs' bulk can bring down a door that heavy.
there is, of course, that innocuous piece of paper, but she's actually trying very hard not to think of it as an option. ]
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No, [ marta's voice is grim, resighned. ] It shut behind you.
[ whether by someone else's hand, by the winds of the storm she'd been trying to avoid, or some secret, third option that feels less and less ludicrous the more time she spends here. with a sigh of frustration she stomps back over towards the altar, seemingly alright with eschewing reverence now that the more devious undertones of the chapel's use has come to light. she plops herself down right there at the top of the short steps, propping her elbows onto her knees to cradle the sides of her face with her hands. her gaze falls on the shut door, and the man still studying it, with barely concealed contempt.
the unspoken question of what now? hangs heavy in the small space of the chapel, but marta doesn't want to be the first to voice it. there are no windows to try and smash and crawl out of, and somehow she doubts even a man of kovacs' bulk can bring down a door that heavy.
there is, of course, that innocuous piece of paper, but she's actually trying very hard not to think of it as an option. ]