Peering through the glass, Klaudia finds the familiar sight of the man she met by the cliffs--though he's far less animated than he was back then. He actually looks sort of dead. Which is neither her fault nor her problem--both important and truthful things.
He certainly doesn't look like any sort of evil illusionist, like she was roped into thinking--and so when that elbow nudges her, she returns Wei Wuxian's disdainful look with her own mild offense. "I told you! Not even worth one scared cat picture!" And he doubted her! It's clearly her turn to pout at having her observation skills be questioned so thoroughly. Even more-so, when she's asked to confirm what she heard yet again!
"Yes, that's what Lan Wangji called him. Clan Leader Nie. Are you going to make me repeat it a third time? I'll have to remember that my hearing is clearly better than yours. I guess that's what you get for being so senior and all." He's not even looking her way properly, so it makes it all the more easy to give his arm a pinch. Just a little one. For being so disbelieving. After which she'll do approximately the same thing and peer in through the window, cupping her hands around her eyes to block out any reflections.
It's possible that the whole thing is just an illusion, but after studying the sight carefully amid all the shifting colors... She's still pretty sure it's not. It doesn't have any of the hallmarks of her own illusions, and she highly doubt anyone could be so skilled after three days or so of being here. "I don't think that's an illusion," she confirms. "I think he's just dead. New record." Honestly, she's surprised it hadn't happened at the shore, but that's what the floating animals were for. No one actually drowns out there; she would know.
Though the lights are really strange... She presses her ear to the glass for a moment, but she doesn't hear any sound. It's just lights? She presses her face up against the windows again... Hmm. Well, there's always one way to check if he's alive or dead; and since (in her estimation) they've all but abandoned any sense of stealth or caution, Klaudia doesn't feel so bad when she gives several sharp raps of her knuckle on the glass, like she's knocking on a door. He's bound to hear that, right?
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He certainly doesn't look like any sort of evil illusionist, like she was roped into thinking--and so when that elbow nudges her, she returns Wei Wuxian's disdainful look with her own mild offense. "I told you! Not even worth one scared cat picture!" And he doubted her! It's clearly her turn to pout at having her observation skills be questioned so thoroughly. Even more-so, when she's asked to confirm what she heard yet again!
"Yes, that's what Lan Wangji called him. Clan Leader Nie. Are you going to make me repeat it a third time? I'll have to remember that my hearing is clearly better than yours. I guess that's what you get for being so senior and all." He's not even looking her way properly, so it makes it all the more easy to give his arm a pinch. Just a little one. For being so disbelieving. After which she'll do approximately the same thing and peer in through the window, cupping her hands around her eyes to block out any reflections.
It's possible that the whole thing is just an illusion, but after studying the sight carefully amid all the shifting colors... She's still pretty sure it's not. It doesn't have any of the hallmarks of her own illusions, and she highly doubt anyone could be so skilled after three days or so of being here. "I don't think that's an illusion," she confirms. "I think he's just dead. New record." Honestly, she's surprised it hadn't happened at the shore, but that's what the floating animals were for. No one actually drowns out there; she would know.
Though the lights are really strange... She presses her ear to the glass for a moment, but she doesn't hear any sound. It's just lights? She presses her face up against the windows again... Hmm. Well, there's always one way to check if he's alive or dead; and since (in her estimation) they've all but abandoned any sense of stealth or caution, Klaudia doesn't feel so bad when she gives several sharp raps of her knuckle on the glass, like she's knocking on a door. He's bound to hear that, right?