She could feel it, like a red thread through a sea of white. Intoxicating, the thinnest draw brought a small smile to her lips. He was not hiding himself from her, and he was here ahead of her. Truth be told, she could have returned to her other apartment, but this one held a nicer view, and he had bothered going all that way before.
The door let out the faintest chime at being opened. "Goodnight," she called over her shoulder, not even waiting for a reply. The dummy datapad was once more deposited in a safe place, along with the datastick. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, noting the bag on the couch. How... homey.
"How bold of you, going through a lady's bedroom," she teased quietly, her voice a low purr in the dark. Brown eyes assessed him calmly, however, she stood in the doorway, one hand propped on her hip. Observing from her quiet position his posture, body language. Even after the murder, he seemed so cool, calm, clean even. There was an element of appeal there. Eyes flicked to the portrait and back, but she would offer no explanation if no question was given.
The door let out the faintest chime at being opened. "Goodnight," she called over her shoulder, not even waiting for a reply. The dummy datapad was once more deposited in a safe place, along with the datastick. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, noting the bag on the couch. How... homey.
"How bold of you, going through a lady's bedroom," she teased quietly, her voice a low purr in the dark. Brown eyes assessed him calmly, however, she stood in the doorway, one hand propped on her hip. Observing from her quiet position his posture, body language. Even after the murder, he seemed so cool, calm, clean even. There was an element of appeal there. Eyes flicked to the portrait and back, but she would offer no explanation if no question was given.