And before either any of them could respond to the Queen of Heart's query—a series of knockings could be heard.
The very front door.
It was such a disruptive sound that tore through the atmosphere. And it didn't stop one bit.
"W-Who could that be?!" Harold asked, shuddering at the very place he stood. He glanced beyond their room, his color turning pale at the thought.
Mallory tsked her lips, although even she seemed a little disturbed. "Probably some random folk or a miserable lout that forgot his keys to their room. I'll get it." Shrugging off the man's latching to her shoulders, she proceeded to head towards the hallway.
"Ah, let me do it Mal~ I'll redirect them to you if things are truly safe." Nicholas Hatter beat his friend's to the hallway, a grin on his face as he held the doorknob. "If not, I'll let you know if the situation is dreary."
The woman glared at him, "And how'd ye gonna do that if they capture y' too fast?"
