[ She nods, having braced herself and leaned backward when she pulled him up to his feet. She still avoids looking overlong at the pile of bodies. She can acknowledge they exist without needing to closely examine them.
Once combing over body bags for survivors had been enough. She still has nightmares, sometimes, and none of them had been real. She shifts away, glancing back over her shoulder toward the exit to this place. She's only been here once or twice before that she remembers. Last time there'd been people who aren't even here anymore. (They better not be in that pile of doll-corpses... she won't check. Not this time.) His return to manners prompts the same out of her with a hurried little glance, as if she's feeling like she can't risk an offense at this juncture. The bow of her head is brief and dipping, more of a bounce than anything else, her hands curling together in front of her stomach. ]
It's nice to meet you, Atsushi-san! I'm Chihiro. Um, and if we are where I think we are, there should be places to sit outside not too far from here.
[ It's an invitation when she takes a few steps back and turns, making her cautious way toward the exit. She checks for him with a glance back over her shoulder, hesitating until she's sure he's also moving along. ]
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[ She nods, having braced herself and leaned backward when she pulled him up to his feet. She still avoids looking overlong at the pile of bodies. She can acknowledge they exist without needing to closely examine them.
Once combing over body bags for survivors had been enough. She still has nightmares, sometimes, and none of them had been real. She shifts away, glancing back over her shoulder toward the exit to this place. She's only been here once or twice before that she remembers. Last time there'd been people who aren't even here anymore. (They better not be in that pile of doll-corpses... she won't check. Not this time.) His return to manners prompts the same out of her with a hurried little glance, as if she's feeling like she can't risk an offense at this juncture. The bow of her head is brief and dipping, more of a bounce than anything else, her hands curling together in front of her stomach. ]
It's nice to meet you, Atsushi-san! I'm Chihiro. Um, and if we are where I think we are, there should be places to sit outside not too far from here.
[ It's an invitation when she takes a few steps back and turns, making her cautious way toward the exit. She checks for him with a glance back over her shoulder, hesitating until she's sure he's also moving along. ]