There is definitely a light. It's one of those LED ones that supposedly save the environment but sure as shit suck at actually, say, illuminating anything.
In the meantime, Lambert's not taking what little information he ca get well. There's the thump -- a body? -- hitting something, but then the scrape of something tearing up wood. The cats are still quiet. He takes all of a second to briefly contemplate whether he can successfully bolt through the innocuous looking catdoor in the backroom, which he damn well knows doesn't lead to anywhere in the building.
But that doesn't feel right. Actually, nothing about this situation feels right, but the idea of standing here, waiting for whatever the fuck's coming in? That feels worse, so he inhales, pushes his glasses up his nose, and takes the two steps he needs to stand in the doorway, facing out with his hand still gripping his scissors in his pocket.
"Sorry, cafe's closed." Holy shit, was that the best he could come up with? Really?
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In the meantime, Lambert's not taking what little information he ca get well. There's the thump -- a body? -- hitting something, but then the scrape of something tearing up wood. The cats are still quiet. He takes all of a second to briefly contemplate whether he can successfully bolt through the innocuous looking catdoor in the backroom, which he damn well knows doesn't lead to anywhere in the building.
But that doesn't feel right. Actually, nothing about this situation feels right, but the idea of standing here, waiting for whatever the fuck's coming in? That feels worse, so he inhales, pushes his glasses up his nose, and takes the two steps he needs to stand in the doorway, facing out with his hand still gripping his scissors in his pocket.
"Sorry, cafe's closed." Holy shit, was that the best he could come up with? Really?