[He steps aside immediately to gesture her in; the smile is a red flag, and he glances up and down the hall briefly before waving the door shut and locked.]
Is it Creed?
[He doesn't blurt so much as calculatedly state; his eyes are on her, and the frown is deepening. He doesn't know who else might make her look like this.]
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Is it Creed?
[He doesn't blurt so much as calculatedly state; his eyes are on her, and the frown is deepening. He doesn't know who else might make her look like this.]