"I assume you don't mind me coming in," Alina says, remaining invisible as she comes through the window. It might have been more polite to wait for an invitation, but she hasn't come all this way to talk to Dinah while hovering outside her window like a creepy stalker. She keeps her invisibility up until she's inside; dispelling it with the removal of her mask, which she tosses on one of the note piles.
It's obvious from her red-rimmed eyes that she's been crying, and she scrubs a hand over her face before looking at Dinah and forcing a watery smile. "How are you holding up?"
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