[ She follows him, quietly, keeping her distance; at the same time she's marveling at the place. It's new and old, and very beautiful, and she thinks of the files they've read written in old paper. She is reminded of the smell of old yellow paper and ink. It was all pretty, and at the same time... delicate.
He's probably noticed her by now (or even earlier). She just stands a few meters away, hands to her sides. ]
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He's probably noticed her by now (or even earlier). She just stands a few meters away, hands to her sides. ]
... May I join you?