(it's warm, she thinks briefly. touch is something that's always grounded her, the sensation and everything. joined hands, gentle brushes of skin when allowed to do such a thing by others. she's noticed clearly in the way their hands are held together; tight and the way schneider briefly seemed breathless at seeing her like this. her hand twines her fingers on instinct between her own whenever they enter her suitcase. the world that was untouched. with gentle rain in the ambience and the sight of it not be that different than the last time.

she can hang up her coat and hat after schneider gets changed, is a thought vertin has about it. there was a bit to go over about everything were there any other questions; she did expect to be asked just about anything though it does little to stop that tiny smile across her lips as her normally distant expression shifts to lightening up a little. for now. there was always something that can shift the mood.)

I thought you might want me to make sure that it wasn't thrown away.

(luckily they didn't seem to take anything or remove anything. they mainly spent time trying to examine her "home" away from everything, as if trying to solve a mystery vertin can say she has yet to solve of her own in places about the space within.)

But, will you be fine? I understand that this is a lot to take in knowing what happened.

(going from being there to just vanishing into thin air, she means, and losing what was her family.)