❛ I don't think I follow. ❜
"That's fair."
How do you casually explain 'hey, you look like you have rotten blood on you?' — how do you describe your knowledge of it? Ashley wishes, for just a moment, that her brain worked as she wanted it to. Her high register lowers to that of an admonished child, her downward gaze the cherry.
"Sorry for freaking out on you. I just - recognized it, and. Freaked out, I guess."
The circumstances aren't so easy to lay out, but... blood hardly has good connections to it, nevermind the type that's been sitting outside a body too long. Popping open her pocket, she offers the best apology she can: a handkerchief. Maybe it was her bad being out this far, traveling so much distance.
"I probably scared you. You okay? ... Before you ask, I'm..."
Ashley places her hands on each hip respectively.
"An urban explorer. What better place to explore than..."
The site of a tragedy?
"Someplace people don't normally go to."
Nice cover.
"Um, I know it's trespassing, but I just so happen to know that camera on the right hasn't been operating in forever, and there's a little gap here you can slide through. Probably get a few splinters doing it, but."
Ashley winks.
"You don't tell, I won't tell?"
