"There's an office on this floor," he answered slowly, the dangerously thoughtful expression he wore wrong on Peter's face, "but if we go there first and she's upstairs, chances are she'll sneak down here and let herself out the front door."
Locking the doors had mostly been for effect, and while true, he was exerting a small margin of will on all of them to avoid the possibility that she'd chose to run instead of staying, if Angela really wanted to get out, it wouldn't be that hard. There were too many doors -- too many windows -- for him to cover entirely effectively, and he didn't trust Gabriella to pick up the slack. Nor did he care to admit he didn't have this place sealed tighter than the tomb it would become in the first place. That would imply weakness and he knew what he, at least, did to those who showed it.
He glanced up the stairs again. "I'm going to check her bedroom. Find the office."
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Date: 2010-08-28 12:54 pm (UTC)Locking the doors had mostly been for effect, and while true, he was exerting a small margin of will on all of them to avoid the possibility that she'd chose to run instead of staying, if Angela really wanted to get out, it wouldn't be that hard. There were too many doors -- too many windows -- for him to cover entirely effectively, and he didn't trust Gabriella to pick up the slack. Nor did he care to admit he didn't have this place sealed tighter than the tomb it would become in the first place. That would imply weakness and he knew what he, at least, did to those who showed it.
He glanced up the stairs again. "I'm going to check her bedroom. Find the office."