Tattletale was shaking her head as she talked. She gestured toward the door.
I could see the Travelers respond to that. Trickster folding his arms, Sundancer turning away slightly.
Looks like she’s having trouble figuring it out (is Noelle protected from Lisa’s power somehow?), or pretending as such.
Genesis, in her wheelchair, hung her head just a bit, her mop of hair blocking the view.
They weren’t hearing what they wanted to hear.
Tattletale touched the wall, some panel or button system, said something, and then turned away, walking towards the staircase. The Travelers and Coil followed behind.
“Everything okay?” I asked Tattletale, as she joined me.
“Oh, not really,” she gave me a tight smile.
Is Noelle getting worse?
“Fill me in later?”
“Can’t. Sworn to secrecy.”
“Uh huh. You know, for someone who calls herself Tattletale, you’re way too fond of keeping secrets.”