[Rikka finds herself at the precipice of the room they'd given to Alice while hers was... well, they had neither time nor manpower right now, but they'd get to it. She really wanted to make sure of that. For now, though, she was mostly worried. Alice had been badly injured, but beyond that... how bad was her mental state? Her friend had been brainwashed, convinced to try and kill her, Rikka had had to suppress her with force, then they'd been left to rot in that cell for a week with their memories, and then when she'd finally arrived to set her friends free, they were set upon by the undead hordes, and Alice more than likely thought she'd been totally unable to protect them.
And while she was technically right... it wasn't just Alice's job, nor was this Alice's fault. Rikka shared part of that blame, and- no, that wasn't important now. Alice didn't need to be reminded of what she hadn't done. Not like this.
That brings her to her present state: hand raised, knocking on Alice's door, even if it's open, extremely tentative.] Can I... come in, Alice?
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And while she was technically right... it wasn't just Alice's job, nor was this Alice's fault. Rikka shared part of that blame, and- no, that wasn't important now. Alice didn't need to be reminded of what she hadn't done. Not like this.
That brings her to her present state: hand raised, knocking on Alice's door, even if it's open, extremely tentative.] Can I... come in, Alice?