it was not her place anymore, or at least, she shouldn’t be doing this when she still had eyes trained on her everytime she glimpsed around her surroundings —— and yet, old habits didn’t shrivel easy. micah wasn’t necessarily rearing past the boundaries, not when she was unequipped to do so ( out of her own decision instead of lacking resources, she could get whatever she desired but self-restraint was crucial in times like these ) and not when she just knew, the moment she skirted out of her safe zone her paranoia would overwhelm her senses again. still, curiosity was a strong leash that had been sharpening her instincts and with the recent news booming all across the town, she couldn’t help the fixated creases when she looked down at the newspapers this morning, seated on one of the tables at the bistro. she had ruminated a surprise lunch for her husband later on, and thought she could acquire a few things from the quaint establishment. though, for now, her attention was swerved over the articles she had gathered. “what do you think —— happened, to the person,” she mused out loud, a habit of conversing herself when she was knee-deep in her own realm of cognition. There were only two people occupying the bistro at the moment, thus her pondering could be heard rather clearly. “the one… that went missing. they could’ve gotten lost, maybe? someone tricked them?” her dainty fingers ran along the bridge of her nose. “doesn’t feel safe anymore, this place. could happen to anyone.” to atticus, to her.