His eyes move from Parker's skepticism to Miss Barlow's amusement, and he shrugs, subtle. Food and drink in a bar is one thing. You expect it, no matter how strange the bar itself is. But horses? An infirmary?
He doesn't like places that stretch past where they're supposed to end. It's too like Haven, doors opening to rooms that shouldn't be there, twisting halls, the forest full of shadows and deep, unexpected pits. He doesn't like the idea of bendy time much, either. He wonders if someone's responsible. If it's a Trouble, or something like one.
Miss Barlow doesn't seem fazed. She's just about ready to shoo them out that other door already, giving them the easy, assured smile of someone who knows exactly what's coming and isn't worried about it.
He wonders how long in a place like this it takes to get that inured.
He keeps his questions and opinons to himself, though, and instead turns to Parker, eyebrows barely lifting in a silent question that he thinks he knows the answer to, already. She dove headfirst into Haven; she's likely to track this trail wherever it leads, too.
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Date: 2013-06-08 02:03 pm (UTC)He doesn't like places that stretch past where they're supposed to end. It's too like Haven, doors opening to rooms that shouldn't be there, twisting halls, the forest full of shadows and deep, unexpected pits. He doesn't like the idea of bendy time much, either. He wonders if someone's responsible. If it's a Trouble, or something like one.
Miss Barlow doesn't seem fazed. She's just about ready to shoo them out that other door already, giving them the easy, assured smile of someone who knows exactly what's coming and isn't worried about it.
He wonders how long in a place like this it takes to get that inured.
He keeps his questions and opinons to himself, though, and instead turns to Parker, eyebrows barely lifting in a silent question that he thinks he knows the answer to, already. She dove headfirst into Haven; she's likely to track this trail wherever it leads, too.