[Once they're both inside and he's effectively released the door, letting it shut behind him, Hope muffles a laugh into the back of a wrist. His good wrist, of course.]
...Lightning. What if that is what I want? You're taking this thing pretty seriously.
[Not like he's one to talk about taking things overly serious. But regardless of their circumstances, and his still-healing injury, Hope's mood is light. He brushes past her, peering intently at the shelves that surround them, looking quite focused on his agenda.]
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...Lightning. What if that is what I want? You're taking this thing pretty seriously.
[Not like he's one to talk about taking things overly serious. But regardless of their circumstances, and his still-healing injury, Hope's mood is light. He brushes past her, peering intently at the shelves that surround them, looking quite focused on his agenda.]