[ with her eyes firmly closed, she's been able to ignore the passing shadows and shapes of people milling too close for comfort; though she hasn't been totally able to ignore the sounds of footsteps and conversation, choosing instead to focus on the steady sound of her own heartbeat helps to muffle the noise.
the jacket catches her attention, though, and so caroline's head lifts, her eyes blinking as they slowly adjust to the artificial light. ]
I'm not broken. [ that much is true. she's lived through worse. the last thing she remembers of home is something much worse. at least no one is actively torturing her here. ] Just need a minute.
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the jacket catches her attention, though, and so caroline's head lifts, her eyes blinking as they slowly adjust to the artificial light. ]
I'm not broken. [ that much is true. she's lived through worse. the last thing she remembers of home is something much worse. at least no one is actively torturing her here. ] Just need a minute.
[ true, if not the whole story. ]
Is this your jacket?
[ does he want her to hang it up? ]