[It's not the safest, but since the building itself is always locked, Betty hasn't been making a habit of checking the front door before she opens it for whichever neighbor is stopping by this time. From the hallway, there's the sound of pounding feet approaching, and then the door swings open with a sudden crack.
And there's a moment where she doesn't know him, where she only sees a strange man at her door, a strange middle-aged white civilian man she wasn't expecting and her still in only her bathrobe and pajamas. But some part of her must be faster than the rest because before she can really react to any of that, she's already dragging him inside, glancing anxiously up and down the deserted hallway as she all but slams the door shut behind them and shakily engages all four locks. And by the time she's doing that, the rest of her has caught up.]
Bruce. Oh, god, Bruce. It's you! I thought you were in South America! Are you okay? Are you in trouble?
[Bruce is always in trouble, it's a pretty good bet. Her hands flutter over him, ineffectively searching for injuries, more effectively convincing her that he's real and really there, really him. When she's inexpertly ascertained that nothing is broken, she throws herself into his arms like giving in to free fall.]
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And there's a moment where she doesn't know him, where she only sees a strange man at her door, a strange middle-aged white civilian man she wasn't expecting and her still in only her bathrobe and pajamas. But some part of her must be faster than the rest because before she can really react to any of that, she's already dragging him inside, glancing anxiously up and down the deserted hallway as she all but slams the door shut behind them and shakily engages all four locks. And by the time she's doing that, the rest of her has caught up.]
Bruce. Oh, god, Bruce. It's you! I thought you were in South America! Are you okay? Are you in trouble?
[Bruce is always in trouble, it's a pretty good bet. Her hands flutter over him, ineffectively searching for injuries, more effectively convincing her that he's real and really there, really him. When she's inexpertly ascertained that nothing is broken, she throws herself into his arms like giving in to free fall.]
(ooc: i have never seen you make an edit before)