In all honesty, she hadn't been paying attention. It was the first mistake to make in the jungle, or forest, or desert, but there was a warm comfort in the Ministry that gave Rose the ability to turn off her senses and go through movements without absorbing anything around her. She hardly even noticed someone stepped onto the lift, let alone who it was, until there was something about a voice that pulled her into the moment.
More than the voice itself, it was the tone. The joking, playful tone that they had shared for so many years together that five years of near-solitude would not be strong enough to erase. But Rose was out of practice, so in reply, she just kept her eyes forward on the door in front of them and said to the boy next to her, "You look like fucking shite."
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