There's a faint click as the front door to the mirror-Coulee clicks open. Past it is the dim outlines of the outside realm - the faint glimmer of water in the reflected light, and past that, endless dark. Jack comes in, his tread heavy on the tile, and closes the door behind himself. "Ellie," he greets quietly, and moves to settle against the wall to the right of the mirror, close enough to feel its heat but out of its line of sight. There's no telling how much time he spends in this precise position behind the infinite multitude of mirrors, just out of sight.
He's quiet for a long moment, looking at nothing.
"You alright?' he eventually asks. Not what happened, nothing like that. He doesn't really care for humans. They're too distant from his reality. Whatever Ellie is, she shares his general isolation and penchant for wandering. They identify as something else, though what that is he doesn't know.
Besides, he knows most of what went down. The Tower has too much glass in it to really shut him out.
He's quiet for a long moment, looking at nothing.
"You alright?' he eventually asks. Not what happened, nothing like that. He doesn't really care for humans. They're too distant from his reality. Whatever Ellie is, she shares his general isolation and penchant for wandering. They identify as something else, though what that is he doesn't know.
Besides, he knows most of what went down. The Tower has too much glass in it to really shut him out.