Though the response to her question was slightly muffled through the door, Jazelle still recognized Priscilla’s voice.
	“‘Break my...’ Oh,” she muttered once her brain caught up, and cleared her throat. “Breakfast.”
	When the girl paused, Jazelle cast a glance to the window, the curtains swaying slightly from falling back in place.
	She decided she had no way to say for sure whether everything going on was actually happening around her, or all in her head. Either way, she was here, and there was no denying how real it felt. The throbbing that had started in her head was proof enough of that. Though, whether a dream or reality, at least this place apparently knew what bacon was.
	Her stomach growled at the thought of breakfast, even if it would be had with one of the strangest strangers she had encountered in a while.
	She looked back to the door when Priscilla spoke again, almost forgetting the girl was there.
	“Yeah, alright,” she called back, unsure whether the older girl would hear or not.
	Still dressed from falling asleep fully clothed, she stuck her hands in her hoodie’s muff. She looked to the bed in a moment of panic when she felt the emptiness of the pocket, before remembering where she had put her knife.
	Jazelle pulled the knife from under the pillow, twirled it open mostly to reassure herself of the blade’s presence, then placed it, closed, in the muff. She went to the door, running her fingers through her blond hair to try and make it look at least semi-decent. She winced when it pulled on the tender spot on her head.
	She opened the door slowly, peering out before pulling it wide and stepping out into the corridor beyond.
	“Mornin’,” she greeted tepidly, her posture stiff as she glanced around the hall and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

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