[ Whatever caricature of night exists beyond the skyline of this cold, unnatural city, Odin clearly does not care for it. He scoffs at her response, shakes his head once in mild disbelief, and then he is moving on from the subject. The material of the duffel bag hisses as it slides over the top of the gate. ]
H-how…how’d you do th-that? [ he demands once the gate has clicked shut, having noticed the small gesture. ] Did y-you signal…someone?
[ Somewhat ill at ease now, he peers around their immediate surroundings as if searching for her partner-in-crime who could possibly be controlling the gate. ]
no subject
H-how…how’d you do th-that? [ he demands once the gate has clicked shut, having noticed the small gesture. ] Did y-you signal…someone?
[ Somewhat ill at ease now, he peers around their immediate surroundings as if searching for her partner-in-crime who could possibly be controlling the gate. ]