[As the footsteps grow closer, Pilouette unthinkingly holds her breath, as if just breathing too loudly would be enough to give them away. She crouches down pressing herself against the wall doing her best to keep out of sight. She can't help but tug on her hair nervously.
After a bit, she exhales slowly. She can only hold her breath for so long. When she speaks, it's in a whisper.]
Y-you don't think they know we're here, do you...?
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After a bit, she exhales slowly. She can only hold her breath for so long. When she speaks, it's in a whisper.]
Y-you don't think they know we're here, do you...?