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The mumble was somewhat reassuring. She wasn't dead. But that didn't mean she was a-oh-kay.
Sabel had decided to try and reach out and give her a gentle prod about the same time that her hand moved up and started feeling around as if it had a mind of its own. He must have been extremely tired, for it was hard to repress the urge not to press himself up against the other side of the lift away from the strangely wandering hand.
That, and he could not help but jump when the woman suddenly became animated again. His hand went to his heart and he let out a gust of air that had been trapped in his lungs. In the lift indeed.
One eyebrow raised as he attempted to catch his breath and let his heart start back up again. "Sure...thing. No problem." Was that even the correct response? He eyed the woman. Just how tired was she?
He let out another breath of air and dropped his hand as his shoulder gave a light shrug. "I've never tried a lift." His eyes skirted about the small compartment, trying to make light of both of their states of shock. "I usually prefer the broom-cupboard myself."
Lights smiled at Sabel, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Bet that's a lot more comfortable than here." She sighed. "I must be dead on my feet to have nodded off in here." She rapped on the wall of the lift, wincing slightly. Ow, hard metal! Yep, she must be exhausted. No wonder - sleep was hard to come by when you were convinced that your husband was going to be taken from you the next day. Lights had been on edge recently, becoming more and more suspicious of her coworkers, convinced they had all heard, and they were all probably on Dean's side. Well he was a slimy, two-sided traitor.
"So, how've you been?" she asked, leaning against the wall and surveying Sabel. "I hear you were pretty close to Damien." She was sorry the old Auror had left, but then again she hadn't known him well.