Phoebe is sitting in the room she's adopted; reading with her headphones on. The book she's chosen to read is an anthology of Wilde's plays -- but she can, of course, put it aside if anyone wishes to talk to her.
*that Victoria wishes to talk to-- this girl, as she's come to think of her (in no offensive way, just the result of unavoidable confusion), is a bit of an exaggeration, but she's still curious and a little unnerved*
*as such, there's a light knock at the door, and then, quietly, a nervous drumming of fingers on the outside wall*
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*as such, there's a light knock at the door, and then, quietly, a nervous drumming of fingers on the outside wall*
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