The exorcist responded with a tired but thankful smile. She continued to pace through the quite museum halls, maintaining the separating distance; that is, until they reached a bench. Linali made a move for it, plopping in like a ton of bricks, the wood squeaking a little too loudly for the tranquil atmosphere.

'Oops,' she thought; then, scooting to the side to make room for Rin, she fell silent to mull over the feelings she wished to express in words. She hadn't meant to, but her face was sullen. She would have felt guilty for exposing such an inconvenient mood if she didn't feel convicted already.

A while that seemed to stretch an hour, the clock had merely crossed three dashes; she took a breath and squeezed her hands together. "So...thanks for coming. I....ugh, I don't know where to start. Maybe you'd like a drink, right? It's cold and warm cup of something could do us good, I think. I'll go get some."

She was escaping. She was embarassed, ashamed. Linali regretted calling him, bothering him, probably, although it was obvious he was anything but. Foolishness blinded and the only person she blamed was herself: for being so weak, so careless. The bitterness stung and she felt her nose swell; she covered her face.