<span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Lara led the two of them confidently, but made sure not to go too fast, lest she accidentally leave Ink behind. Once they'd walked up to Room 303, she was confused as to why the door to her room didn't have any--oh sweet baby Jesus, the door opened on its own. Oh shit, f--IT TRIED TO CLOSE HER OUT?! WHY THAT STUP--oh. It was a ghost. ...huh.<br/>
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"S-Sorry James," she murmured, hoping that she didn't make the ghost too upset or suspicious of her (even if it wasn't her own intentional doing). Once she was inside, she took a bit of time looking around at the strangely-patterned chaos around her, watching the young woman weave her way through the mess to go towards the kitchen. She couldn't help but watch the young woman go before she felt a light slap at the back of her head, as if to help her refocus after staring off way too long.<br/>
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She looked about in all directions before muttering, "T-Thank you."<br/>
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"Drink? I'd love a drink," she admitted openly. "I'll let you choose that one this time, alcoholic or not. Your preference!"</span>