whoever the guy in these pictures who was, evidently, supposed to be sharing the bedroom she'd woken up in with her is long gone, either not having wanted to wake her or wanting to get the hell out of there, and lorna had started down the halls after a few moments of staring in bewilderment at the photos lining the tables and walls. there's her, and a man, and a couple of kids (their children?), and none of the faces are ones she recognizes, even her own. she gets a glimpse of her hair (jet black now instead of green, and it wouldn't be the first time she's had that color but it's been a long time since she has) and it's another shock, and it's not much longer before she heads downstairs to try to figure out what's going on. she doesn't even bother changing out of her pajamas, although she probably should.
more photos line the walls, and she makes note of the people in them in case she sees them and needs to pretend she knows who they are. one of those faces turns out to be in the kitchen, and she remains quiet until she sees him about to dig into...something, one dish of many that's been set out on the table. ]
You make breakfast for the whole family? [ she can tell he didn't. there's no dishes or scents that suggest anything was cooking, but starting with a neutral question is probably going to get her further than hostility. especially if he can tell her what the hell is going on. ]
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whoever the guy in these pictures who was, evidently, supposed to be sharing the bedroom she'd woken up in with her is long gone, either not having wanted to wake her or wanting to get the hell out of there, and lorna had started down the halls after a few moments of staring in bewilderment at the photos lining the tables and walls. there's her, and a man, and a couple of kids (their children?), and none of the faces are ones she recognizes, even her own. she gets a glimpse of her hair (jet black now instead of green, and it wouldn't be the first time she's had that color but it's been a long time since she has) and it's another shock, and it's not much longer before she heads downstairs to try to figure out what's going on. she doesn't even bother changing out of her pajamas, although she probably should.
more photos line the walls, and she makes note of the people in them in case she sees them and needs to pretend she knows who they are. one of those faces turns out to be in the kitchen, and she remains quiet until she sees him about to dig into...something, one dish of many that's been set out on the table. ]
You make breakfast for the whole family? [ she can tell he didn't. there's no dishes or scents that suggest anything was cooking, but starting with a neutral question is probably going to get her further than hostility. especially if he can tell her what the hell is going on. ]