Joan cursed her choice in footwear, though how was she to know that she might need to run from a zombie mob? She was doing well enough in her shoes, but she was well aware that one slight misstep and her balance would be thrown off, and then she would be grounded. Which, obviously, was not desirable.
She had no idea if this man knew anything of the Nexus; she had never thought to bring anyone through from her own world, and she wondered if the Nexus would refuse, if the door would not present itself to her if she was accompanied by someone who had never gone there before. Still, there was only one way to find out, win or lose. Not a lot of choice in the matter.
She darted to the side when he warned her, then tore back into the office building, wondering if they ought to stop and try to barr the doors, before giving up on that notion when she remembered there wan't really anything in the lobby to barr the door with.
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Date: 2014-04-10 03:03 am (UTC)She had no idea if this man knew anything of the Nexus; she had never thought to bring anyone through from her own world, and she wondered if the Nexus would refuse, if the door would not present itself to her if she was accompanied by someone who had never gone there before. Still, there was only one way to find out, win or lose. Not a lot of choice in the matter.
She darted to the side when he warned her, then tore back into the office building, wondering if they ought to stop and try to barr the doors, before giving up on that notion when she remembered there wan't really anything in the lobby to barr the door with.