(Her brain is more or less in place now that she had some time to sleep and rest, so it's not particularly hard to discern he comes.
Thing is, she's not just going to let him leave. They have words to exchange, and once she feels him start to leave, the door opens so she can pull him into the room by his shirt... And the pink glow that engulfs the bottle brings it too.
The same pink pushes the door until there's a click. Sorry, Quentin.)
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Thing is, she's not just going to let him leave. They have words to exchange, and once she feels him start to leave, the door opens so she can pull him into the room by his shirt... And the pink glow that engulfs the bottle brings it too.
The same pink pushes the door until there's a click. Sorry, Quentin.)
/That's mean./