[ She really has just - no idea what's going on, at all. Twenty minutes ago she was puttering around her and John's apartment, doing nothing in particular on a Saturday morning because she finally had some free time and between school and work and vigilanteing that was rare, and then she woke up in a house she doesn't recognize and now she can't feel John, anywhere, not even the thread of the bond, and she's trying not to let the weight on her chest turn into panic but it's kind of hard.
Clothes first, and what's in the closet fits her. There's a feeling in the room that she recognizes, almost, familiar to how her apartment winds up feeling like her, but it's not really the same. If she was in the habit of putting colors to emotions, this was a darker duller hue than hers. She finds a knife sheath at the bottom of one of the drawers, straps it on, and ventures out into the rest of the house as quietly as possible, trying to keep an eye out for any cameras so she can dodge them.
She just needs to figure out where the hell she is and go home. That's all, really. She doesn't think that's asking too much. ]
i checked 'all of the above' this is older tony young max
Clothes first, and what's in the closet fits her. There's a feeling in the room that she recognizes, almost, familiar to how her apartment winds up feeling like her, but it's not really the same. If she was in the habit of putting colors to emotions, this was a darker duller hue than hers. She finds a knife sheath at the bottom of one of the drawers, straps it on, and ventures out into the rest of the house as quietly as possible, trying to keep an eye out for any cameras so she can dodge them.
She just needs to figure out where the hell she is and go home. That's all, really. She doesn't think that's asking too much. ]