[ The door clicks shut behind her and they're back in their small room again. Windowless, but surprisingly not stuffy given how twice the number of intended people are inhabiting it. She joins him at the table and waits for him to pick a book (maybe) before she chooses.
It's quiet since she hasn't had to say anything yet. ]
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