A few minutes ago...
Arnold was laying on the bed while Nina's communicator kept buzzing non-stop. Usually, she would pick them as soon as it rang. But now, whenever her phone rang, she took it and ran outside. Not to say, the sudden change in her behaviour was alarming. It was as if she was trying to hide something from him.
She walked in the room after attending one such call. Her facial expression told Arnold that she was worried about something. And the fact, she was now carrying her sword, the one he had made for her, more or less confirmed the fact.
"What's wrong?" Arnold asked, worried about her.
"It's nothing. Don't worry." She somehow managed to reply, all the while cautiously looking through the window.
Arnold rightly didn't believe her. He pushed her further as she drew the curtains over the windows, "You're carrying a sword in the middle of the estate, ain't nothing? Just... Please will you tell me what the heck is going on?"
