[She follows him through the hotel, carpet a little worn but still soft enough under her feet to add to the feeling of sneaking out as a child, barefoot in a way that seems determined to emphasize the carefree nature of the situation. It's hardly the first time she's followed Cloud into the unknown for less reason and there's much less worry or concern in this latest trek. She's content to pad along silently at his side and half a step behind to follow his lead and if she's a little surprised when they actually exit the hotel, still in bare feet, after all they've been through, she doesn't balk. The flagstones are cool against her soles and there's no hurry. If it were anywhere else, they could almost simply be out for a stroll together, two up at night while the rest of the world slept past them. The melodramatic lighting and scenery of the Saucer keep her from making that mistake but not the comparison. There's no need to break that with talk.
She almost does when he stops though, momentarily confused and at his gesture the look she shots him changes to an arch one and one side of her lips quirks upward. But she's game to continue his start and gives a shrug of her own, something with a bit more energy than his usual ones and steps past to seriously consider the choices in front of them. It's late but she knows the lights will still be just as gaudy and the vendors just as loud no matter the hour. In this place it's both perpetual night and perpetually active. She only hesitates over her choice a moment, knowing it's trite and telling herself that's the price he pays for letting her chose. In the end, what she wants wins out over whether it's foolish of her or not and she gives him a small smile over her shoulder that's part shy, part apology before she chooses the Round Square and steps onto the trap door.
If he expected anything else for her, it's his fault.]
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She almost does when he stops though, momentarily confused and at his gesture the look she shots him changes to an arch one and one side of her lips quirks upward. But she's game to continue his start and gives a shrug of her own, something with a bit more energy than his usual ones and steps past to seriously consider the choices in front of them. It's late but she knows the lights will still be just as gaudy and the vendors just as loud no matter the hour. In this place it's both perpetual night and perpetually active. She only hesitates over her choice a moment, knowing it's trite and telling herself that's the price he pays for letting her chose. In the end, what she wants wins out over whether it's foolish of her or not and she gives him a small smile over her shoulder that's part shy, part apology before she chooses the Round Square and steps onto the trap door.
If he expected anything else for her, it's his fault.]