[Chrome slips in, closing the door behind her. She pauses a moment, leaning against the door and assessing Sebastian's position and trying to gauge the mood.

She glances to Gressil, blinks, and moves forward in surprise.
] He's evolved?

[Sebastian, despite being a very intimidating figure in his armchair and the giant fucking spider looming like a harbinger of doom behind him, doesn't strike much fear in Chrome. A sensible caution, yes, but never fear.

Which is probably why she has no problem moving right in front of him, until her knees brush his, to see Gressil closer, because what are preservation instincts?
]
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