Daisy found herself edging closer to...whatever his name was. The man she was sleeping with to all appearances. Far from seeming threatening--and waking up to a strange naked man in your bed couldn't be anything but--he now seemed like an island of normality. He wasn't displaying--or claiming--the sort of powers best left to comic books and bad b-movies. Normal was safe. Normal was good.
Because this room was apparently full of people with bizarre and frightening abilities. And disabilities, since apparently she was the only person aside from Millie who could see the Frenchman. Or hear him. Daisy had no idea what to make of that.
"Maybe..." Daisy said to him, "Maybe we should go back to our--to that--room and see if we can find our passports. Or something else that will let us know who we are."
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Date: 2007-02-20 09:12 pm (UTC)Because this room was apparently full of people with bizarre and frightening abilities. And disabilities, since apparently she was the only person aside from Millie who could see the Frenchman. Or hear him. Daisy had no idea what to make of that.
"Maybe..." Daisy said to him, "Maybe we should go back to our--to that--room and see if we can find our passports. Or something else that will let us know who we are."