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Julia was silent in thought for most of the car ride to Xiang's house. Julia hadn't spent long enough in her new apartment for it to feel like home. Nay, this whole world didn't yet feel like where she belonged, and likely never will. Still, two things she missed that were still currently in her apartment were her handgun, and her arm-stand. She could feasably do without an arm-stand, but she felt incresingly irratable and naked without a weapon. Today has been a day where she was reminded that there is a lot of unpredictability and danger that comes with freedom.

When the car stopped, her hand had reached out and had almost grasped the door handle before Xiang told her they still weren't at their destination. The car then ascened. She only needed to feel the motion of the car to know they were descending upwards. She knew the feeling well enough from the elevator up and down into the E-Street lair. Once they were parked, she followed Xiang. This house belonged to her family since the migrations? Was the Spire really that old? Or had they paid to move the entire estate into the middle of the Spire? How much would such an undertaking even cost?!! Certainly more than E-Street had ever managed to save up in her time. Perhaps that's why they'd always been so reliant on Benefactors.

Julia looked visibly uneasy at the mention of turrets. How could she be expected to 'unwind' with all of these security robots surrounding her? Perhaps Xiang felt secure because she'd always assuciated these things with her own protection. Julia was instead reminded of prison, where the turrets and security measures were all in place to protect others [i]from[/i] you. As she watched Xiang take care of which stones she stepped on, her only though was 'even the ground here could kill me if I put a foot wrong'. She made sure to only step where Xiang had, as they finally made it inside. The house really was beautiful. She din't know much about the old world but she'd seen houses like this in books and pictures. It was undoubledly the house of an Heir, but had personality and character until the lavish yet sterile and soulless usual aesthetic of Spire houses. The more Xiang explained about the house, the more Julia was left wondering why she even needed a bodyguard. She took off her single full boot, and the half-boot strapped to her mechanical foot, and place them both in the shoe rack. She'd only been wearing the half-boot to complete the outfit tonight in particular. She didn't usually wear any footwear on her prosthetic.

[color=7893E7]"Alright, Xiang. Goodnight,"[/color] Julia greeted yawning herself as the stress and fatigue of the day was catching up to her. She entered her room, took off her leather jacket, pants, removed her arm and her leg dumpted everything on top of the dresser in a pile. he collapsed on the bed in the clothes she was wearing, and was asleep almost immediately.

[@Kumbaris]