whatever lets you cope

RexannA but darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. She had absolutely zero idea of where to go from here and decided that remaining a safe distance away was a good idea in the sense that she could observe from far away and think about options. But the questions that resounded in her head were so many, and she had no way of figuring out how to answer any of them. Huffing silently, she wondered if Remi had encountered the bubble and what his ideas might be, if he had any either or if he was content to just have everyone live in the small boundary this world had seemed to provide. Rexanna stood, then, patting the dirt away from her legs and glaring at the invisible boundary, crossing her arms along her chest. She had no idea that anyone else was there and was immensely surprised that when she began to turn, Alistair suddenly just appeared. She emitted a small squeal at the surprise, eyes wide for a brief moment as she looked at the masked man – her fingers curling and uncurling a fist. Then, she glared at him as her body worked to regulate her heartbeat. She wanted to yell at him, but she couldn’t quite get it out right, so she shook her head and looked away from him as a small relieved smile cracked the corner of her anger. “That mask is beautiful yet terrifying, you know. Especially when you just show up like that. Next time let me know when you're near so I can be sure I'm presentable.” She finally managed to say, her voice taking on a honey-dipped tone despite the attempts to keep it normal. She looked back to him then and offered a nod to his previous question about why they were here and how they could get out, wondering if he had any insight to it. because everybody's so busy trying to save themselves.

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