[No response because she trusts him. It's the same hotel, same room as before and when he knocks, there is an answer.]
Hey.
[Lounge pants, a ratty graphic t-shirt with some band Leah was once obsessed with, no hairstyle and not a trace of makeup. Nariko is a woman who takes pride in her appearance, the absence of it can be strange, but the real nail in the coffin is the bandages along her collarbone and neck, stiff movements. She lets him in with the air of someone desperately ignoring the obvious.]
... Thanks. I probably should have asked if you were busy or something, first.
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Hey.
[Lounge pants, a ratty graphic t-shirt with some band Leah was once obsessed with, no hairstyle and not a trace of makeup. Nariko is a woman who takes pride in her appearance, the absence of it can be strange, but the real nail in the coffin is the bandages along her collarbone and neck, stiff movements. She lets him in with the air of someone desperately ignoring the obvious.]
... Thanks. I probably should have asked if you were busy or something, first.