[Derek can easily hear every word they say and every move they make-including Lena drawing her sword out-even with the walls between them. If he really listens he can even hear the sounds of their hearts beating. He idly takes stock of the second bedroom and deems it suitable. He takes off his leather jacket and lays it on the bed, marking it as his own.
Coming out of the bedroom, he leans against the wall in the main room.]
Magic? [He can barely suppress a snort.] More likely some type of technology. This is the future after all.
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Coming out of the bedroom, he leans against the wall in the main room.]
Magic? [He can barely suppress a snort.] More likely some type of technology. This is the future after all.