“you’re not supposed to be here.” it comes out like a slight question, despite needing to come out as a statement. jude stared, crossing her arms across her chest as if defensively.
she waited, although she wasn’t sure for what — a response? the likeliness of her receiving one would be low. “do you.. need something?” a common enough question, one that could easily give her a vague answer. yet, what else could she ask? little to nothing would supply her with more than possible vague answers and consistent waiting, watching.