Both Nalia and Lydia stared at the man, faces entirely expressive of their individual thought processes as they watched him climb into the elevator with their piano. While the idea that twins are telepathic with each other is a total myth, some might second guess that if they saw into both sisters’ minds: What the hell mental gymnastics and hurdles did he have to perform to come to THAT conclusion?<br/><br/>Nalia was hardly fawning. She was terrified, and depressed. Lydia was practicing customer service to the best that she knew, and the best way to keep their hotel from getting destroyed was to appease the big scary angry man. And lastly, what the hell did being gay have anything to do with his heroics? Nalia was extremely grateful to Freddie, but she didn’t wish to see any harm to come to him. Even Lydia could see that without being able to read her sister’s mind.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, they stood there, speechless and dumbfounded as they both stared as the elevator doors closed. “Well....fuck.” Was all the sisters could say, in unison.