Hours once again passed — and any noise, groans, and wails of pain that could be heard from outside the building were no more.
A thousand? More than, definitely.
Riley's so-called subordinates also arrived to refresh themselves in the bar and rest a bit, before once again quickly leaving. And seeing the wide smiles on their faces, they were more than likely to be lunatics.
Of course — one would have to be crazy to befriend someone like Riley. And so, with everything seemingly peaceful and no signs of any House of Super members intruding or invading, the two just remained sitting in the lobby.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...What is it?" And after another hour of silence, Crimson Paladin could no longer hold her tongue as Riley has been staring at her without pause, "If you want to say something, then say it."
"I am just curious, really," Riley muttered, "Your eyes — they weren't stitched when we met in Los Angeles."
