[ At some point during his exploration, he will happen upon a familiar shape outlined against a large window. Her back is turned to him, but he has seen it often enough that it should be recognisable.
Her eyes are closed, her head tipped back ever so slightly. She can feel The storm out there, singing a siren song for her ears only. She reaches out to place a hand against the thick glass, her fingers widely splayed, as if she wants to take all that energy into herself. More than even she could handle, to be sure, but what a way to go. ]
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Her eyes are closed, her head tipped back ever so slightly. She can feel The storm out there, singing a siren song for her ears only. She reaches out to place a hand against the thick glass, her fingers widely splayed, as if she wants to take all that energy into herself. More than even she could handle, to be sure, but what a way to go. ]