[ she's just about to consider which point of the garage might be the most likely potential or best point to smash a limo right into and test whether this truly might be underground or if there really is a wall that could be broken through. she can't scent anything of an outside, she can't quite sense anything in particular with pressure to give away whether this is deep underground, but genuinely there should be nothing to lose and anything of information to gain of just trying to force-crash an escape. in lappland logic.

she starts down the aisle in search of the most promising looking wall or a promising at all wall and... then slams straight on the breaks, because of all responses she sure wasn't expecting that. her face is a little red as she turns to texas, ] All right, something's definitely happened to you to say something like that!

[ texas has never called her cute in her life. well honestly, maybe nobody in her entire life has ever called her cute in her life. she kind of has to reel or gather herself mentally from how completely unexpected an attack that is, when anything close to a compliment is probably just about nonexistent for her. ]

Maybe you do need a wake-up call. The whole of Siracusa couldn't hold you, and I should believe that a haunted sex resort can?