Pressing up against the wall, she stares at the glass, then back at him. Was there something in the water? They'd done that to her before when she was being... difficult. She didn't know what the Baxter Building was or what that meant or who he was--
But she was thirsty. She could feel her tongue sitting thick and heavy in her mouth, getting drier as she stared at the water.
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