She obligingly clambers over the rail fence, waiting on the other side to offer a hand. She has barely even attempted to use her powers since that first night. She's almost glad there has been no word from Olga - she'd feel ridiculously weak in comparsion, even more than usual, and that's a feeling she's discovered she's not fond of.
"What sort of people live here?" Here being whatever part of the world he has dropped them in, obviously. She has already discovered that they are thankfully not terribly curious about old barns.
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Date: 2012-02-29 03:20 am (UTC)"What sort of people live here?" Here being whatever part of the world he has dropped them in, obviously. She has already discovered that they are thankfully not terribly curious about old barns.