[ Benny hums, a quiet little sound that doesn’t mean much, but lets her know he heard her.
He doesn’t step closer, doesn’t ask if she's afraid or worried. He doesn't need to - he ain't afraid, but then again, a blackout like this? Definitely cause for some concern no matter who you are.
(unless you're Dean, who's being loud and obnoxious and tripping over mop buckets and causing a hell of a ruckus.)
Instead of prying, he leans a little heavier on the doorframe and jerks his head toward the dead vending machine at the end of the hall, though he's not entirely sure her eyes have adjusted enough to see him yet. He can see her clear as day - pun intended. ]
Vending machine’s dead, power's out. Streetlight outside flickered once and gave up. Either the city’s takin' a nap or we’re about to meet the end of times in a damn motel.
[ His voice is rough around the edges, but not unfriendly. Mostly a little dry, like he needs a drink - which he does. Not the kind one might think, though he sure wouldn't say no to a good bourbon, either. ]
You on your own in there?
[ He doesn’t ask if she needs help, doesn’t offer a weapon or protection. Just the way she's talking, he figures she doesn't really need it. Yet, anyway. They may all need it at some point. ]
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He doesn’t step closer, doesn’t ask if she's afraid or worried. He doesn't need to - he ain't afraid, but then again, a blackout like this? Definitely cause for some concern no matter who you are.
(unless you're Dean, who's being loud and obnoxious and tripping over mop buckets and causing a hell of a ruckus.)
Instead of prying, he leans a little heavier on the doorframe and jerks his head toward the dead vending machine at the end of the hall, though he's not entirely sure her eyes have adjusted enough to see him yet. He can see her clear as day - pun intended. ]
Vending machine’s dead, power's out. Streetlight outside flickered once and gave up. Either the city’s takin' a nap or we’re about to meet the end of times in a damn motel.
[ His voice is rough around the edges, but not unfriendly. Mostly a little dry, like he needs a drink - which he does. Not the kind one might think, though he sure wouldn't say no to a good bourbon, either. ]
You on your own in there?
[ He doesn’t ask if she needs help, doesn’t offer a weapon or protection. Just the way she's talking, he figures she doesn't really need it. Yet, anyway. They may all need it at some point. ]