She's about to answer when the commotion outside the door startles her. Rachel freezes for a moment, all but panicked. But then she takes a step away from the window, eyes darting about the room--it's probably evident to Bruce that she's thinking, trying to come up with a plan, and quickly.
There's no other exit besides, well, the window. But she's not sure how far the next balcony down would be, if there are decent handholds, if it's safe. Nowhere really to hide, either, closet, bathroom, under the bed; even if they did manage to remain undetected they'd then have to stay the night to remain hidden.
Dammit.
"DON'T TELL ME YOU DROPPED IT." "WAIT, WAIT..."
She spares a glance at the door before doing another quick study of the room. And then she turns back to Bruce, grabbing his arms and giving him a gentle shove in the direction of the bed. "Sorry. Get on the bed, lie down."
She follows, but she doesn't stretch out, instead perching at the foot of the bed, watching the door, waiting to see if the noisy revelers just beyond come through or not.
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There's no other exit besides, well, the window. But she's not sure how far the next balcony down would be, if there are decent handholds, if it's safe. Nowhere really to hide, either, closet, bathroom, under the bed; even if they did manage to remain undetected they'd then have to stay the night to remain hidden.
Dammit.
"DON'T TELL ME YOU DROPPED IT." "WAIT, WAIT..."
She spares a glance at the door before doing another quick study of the room. And then she turns back to Bruce, grabbing his arms and giving him a gentle shove in the direction of the bed. "Sorry. Get on the bed, lie down."
She follows, but she doesn't stretch out, instead perching at the foot of the bed, watching the door, waiting to see if the noisy revelers just beyond come through or not.
Apparently, now there's a plan.