Snippet #1472999

Hana addressed the boy with an incredulous stare, dead-eyed, with her lips twisted down in a tight frown. "You would have attempted, key word there, attempted to murder me. I'm no damsel in distress with no means of defense." Her arms crossed over her stomach, crowbar dangling from her grasp in front of her. She felt ridiculously insulted, as if he could have just killed the two of them without any problems simply because he had a sword. Her eyes rolled and she scoffed, turning away from the white-haired child with disbelief. Perhaps she had been silly to suggest there was a gust of wind that suddenly shut the door, but she was not about to roll over and admit that spirits were running about. "All things have a logical explanation. All things. Even if you don't want to see it."

She rolled her eyes again as the boy shouted off into the darkness -- it was pointless to go screaming about as if some sort of force had trapped them in the mansion. She resisted the urge to tell him to be quiet, jaw tightening as she took a deep breath. She had failed to notice the young girl retreat in the direction of a door that Hana had failed to notice. This was unlike her, she was normally very observant. She only noticed the young girl when she called out to them, asking them if they were joining her. Honestly, up until the girl asked, Hana had been contemplating returning to the front door or finding a window to climb out of. This place was obviously falling apart, even if the sword-wielding boy didn't kill them, a collapsing ceiling might. Her eyes wandered back in the direction of the double doors, sighing heavily as she took a step in the direction of the girl, eyes straightening towards the girl's figure. "Yeah, I'm coming." Someone has to be the voice of reason, right?