It was only one set of footsteps that she heard crossing the room, going in a different direction rather than toward her hiding spot. Someone could still have been waiting inside the door, there could be a whole lot of someones, but she wouldn't know unless she listened to his all-clear and checked.
Her movements were slow and cautious as she peeked out, scanning the area she could see before just as slowly standing. It wasn't until she saw for herself that there was no one else in the room that she visibly relaxed.
"Thank you for not letting them find me," she said to him, lifting her hands to run them through her hair, smoothing down the striped locks. The unzipped lower sleeves of her shirt fell back to expose most of her forearms; if he looked, he'd see a tattoo there, M4827, the number they'd used to catalog her. "I don't exactly relish the idea of being locked up as a lab rat again."
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Her movements were slow and cautious as she peeked out, scanning the area she could see before just as slowly standing. It wasn't until she saw for herself that there was no one else in the room that she visibly relaxed.
"Thank you for not letting them find me," she said to him, lifting her hands to run them through her hair, smoothing down the striped locks. The unzipped lower sleeves of her shirt fell back to expose most of her forearms; if he looked, he'd see a tattoo there, M4827, the number they'd used to catalog her. "I don't exactly relish the idea of being locked up as a lab rat again."