[ She has good reflexes. Matt notices this, somewhere in the deep-down part of his brain that wonderingly catalogues movements and posture, distance and gravitation. It's the piece of him that responds to touches as they land, that intuitively matches another person's pace when they walk alongside each other.
Consciously, though, it doesn't register at all. He's more focused on those rattling pipes. Matt's gaze follows the sound of them, before he slants a wry smile back at Ash. ]
I've never been here before, unfortunately, [ he says. Or fortunately, perhaps. He truly hates that counting-down clock. ] Is there a window open?
[ It feels chillier than it did a moment ago. Matt hastens to one of the windows, thick drapes drawn to cover it, and pushes them aside.
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Consciously, though, it doesn't register at all. He's more focused on those rattling pipes. Matt's gaze follows the sound of them, before he slants a wry smile back at Ash. ]
I've never been here before, unfortunately, [ he says. Or fortunately, perhaps. He truly hates that counting-down clock. ] Is there a window open?
[ It feels chillier than it did a moment ago. Matt hastens to one of the windows, thick drapes drawn to cover it, and pushes them aside.
The window doesn't budge. ]