Medea was close to follow behind Blaire. She nervously smiled to the woman as she passed her. The air had already given her all the freshness she needed.
When most would look to the lavish mirrors that sparkled their reflections, Medea somehow was busy admiring the tiling on the floor. She was an easily amused girl.
She had slipped her shoes onto her feet on the way, it wouldn't be pleasing to get blood on the carpet no matter how red it was.
She was focused on removing the tiny specks of rock on her hands from her climbing antics outside. She decided to leave the talking to Blaire.