Lara wasn't the heaviest sleeper, honestly. Not since Yamatai or Peru or any other place she'd been where people and nature and monsters were out to get her. Ghosts trying to possess her best friend, controlling the weather to keep people on a forgotten island. Madmen trying to change the world in their image with the help of ancient gods.
She knows a thing or two about ghosts, Klaus, though maybe not quite the same way he does. When he does pop into her room, she wakes at the noise but keeps still, willing herself to remain calm. This isn't the jungle. Nothing's out to get her.
So, the British girl frequently seen with Diego rolls over to see who came into her room and greets Klaus with a hello that sounds a little more awake than anyone should be at this hour.
"Is everything alright?"
Probably not, and she's considering whether or not she should grab the bow and arrows she'd bought earlier, just in case. But she sits up and sits still, reaching for a couple hair ties and finger-brushing her dark hair out of her face, twisting it into dual french braids a bit at a time.
oh hi
She knows a thing or two about ghosts, Klaus, though maybe not quite the same way he does. When he does pop into her room, she wakes at the noise but keeps still, willing herself to remain calm. This isn't the jungle. Nothing's out to get her.
So, the British girl frequently seen with Diego rolls over to see who came into her room and greets Klaus with a hello that sounds a little more awake than anyone should be at this hour.
"Is everything alright?"
Probably not, and she's considering whether or not she should grab the bow and arrows she'd bought earlier, just in case. But she sits up and sits still, reaching for a couple hair ties and finger-brushing her dark hair out of her face, twisting it into dual french braids a bit at a time.
"Why are you up?"