( Safe enough! She wears enough layers that even with half of them left behind, she's clothed: in tight clothing, sure, but that's hard to tell in the dark.
When she reaches her door, she opens it, calling out a hello despite knowing there'd be no answer -- she tries the switch by the door as well, sighing with brief lightheartedness when it does approximately nothing. )
Never give up hope, right? Man, I know I have a flashlight in here... Want ice or no ice in your water?
( She moves inside, directing herself toward the kitchen on memory and trust in nothing messing around with her organization alone. Her question is asked over her own shoulder. )
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When she reaches her door, she opens it, calling out a hello despite knowing there'd be no answer -- she tries the switch by the door as well, sighing with brief lightheartedness when it does approximately nothing. )
Never give up hope, right? Man, I know I have a flashlight in here... Want ice or no ice in your water?
( She moves inside, directing herself toward the kitchen on memory and trust in nothing messing around with her organization alone. Her question is asked over her own shoulder. )