" you, " is the first word she utters, nothing at all like what she had planned to say when she came face-to-face with him. her entire journey here had been more work than mina could have ever dreamed: first a train ride, than a cab ride, then several hours spent wandering through clashindarroch until she was about to give up her search entirely, only to be guided by ... she wasn't sure what exactly to the open door she now stands before. all of this feels like a fever dream, or maybe the result of the brain injury she's surely suffering thanks to a tumble down a steep incline. arms crossed over her chest, she stares straight up into the face of @nosferot, " are gonna get me a cuppa and explain what the hell is going on. "
