[She's off to stay out of Brian's way for the most part, a coughing bundle of fabric huddled in the doorway to the back office of the building. Logically, her symptoms were simple and easy enough to treat in a human. But she wasn't SUPPOSED to be human. She couldn't GET sick. And yet here she was, flushed and exhausted and unable to relieve the scratching ache in her throat. Perhaps she'd caught something from Clayton? None of it makes sense, so staying her distance to quietly turn her thoughts over seemed like the best option.
When she sees the doors open again and hear a voice that's surprisingly familiar, though, she can't help but force herself back up to her feet, trying to wave her down before Brian became too anxious.]
N-no, don't worry about that... Shelter is shelter, regardless of company.
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When she sees the doors open again and hear a voice that's surprisingly familiar, though, she can't help but force herself back up to her feet, trying to wave her down before Brian became too anxious.]
N-no, don't worry about that... Shelter is shelter, regardless of company.
You're... Aigis, aren't you?