Shiloh regarded the door with a downturned lip and a raised eyebrow over a stare of wariness, which was understandable enough considering how She couldn't help but feel like she'd been sent on some wide goose chase. A list of directions scrawled on a napkin, tucked into her pocket at a dive bar, had been the running late white rabbit in this strange tale, the rabbit hole becoming deeper and stranger as those directions led her to a payphone and the hissed instructions in her ear. It was almost theatrical, something Shiloh had read in novels and seen on screens, and almost such a farce that she half didn't expect anything to really come of this weird path she'd allowed herself to wander down.
Yet she had wandered down it, and despite the short kiss of teeth she released at the wide, cold expanse of the industrial park, and the roll of eyes she'd given to the crude sign with the arrow pointing the way, here she was, because Shiloh had been bored, and her interest had been peaked.
Shiloh leaned her upper body back an inch, burrowing her hands deeper inside the pockets of her bomber jacket, and casted her dark-brown eyes up and down the door in front of her, before resting on the sign again, lips twisting into a considering line at the instructions on the face.
Rolling her shoulders back in an almost shrugging motion, Shiloh moved her eyes from the sign to glance around her surroundings, one hand leaving pockets of her jacket and coming up to pull the grey hood of her sweater further down over her head. As she brought her hand down, confident that her decorations were hidden enough, Shiloh snorted in a quick breath through her nostrils and clenched the hand into a fist, bringing it down against the door in one knock. two knock.
She waited for an answer.