Soft echoes wobbled against the wall and bounced back to her. Tiffany's eye sided to look behind her as much as possible; although the brunette held no firearm, it was still as if a gun was pointed at her back.
"There's nothing here," the blonde hushed.
Fumeko kept her eyes in a swivel and a stack of folded up blueprints under her arm, "You're not trying hard enough."
"Fuck you."
"I'm not keeping you hostage," Fumeko walked up to the wall. Tucked away around a corner with clear signs saying it was a prohibited area, was merely a covered up dead-end on the ground floor.
"Are you joking? I live in your house," she snapped back.
'Her affinity's most likely taken a tumble. Maybe I should've waited till we were home to confront her… More than that, I can't really let her leave… but it's not like I'd chase her if she ran…'
Fumeko sighed. She put her ear up to the wall, "Try again."
"Only I can clearly hear my echoes that way."
"Tiffany, I need you," she retorted.
