( there's an obstinance and determination to fukawa's reply that has marc thinking that there might not be much difference in age between fukawa and reese. fundamentally, fukawa strikes him as very different to reese, but there's a shared kinship in being a young adult simultaneously battling who they want to be with who they are. he's already made the mistake of judging a person for what they are rather than who they are. he's not interested in doing so twice.

which is to say: fukawa's answer doesn't really answer the question.

marc hasn't explored much to do with tethers yet, hasn't spent a huge amount of time in his door: it reminds him of home to an unsettling degree, with his tethers serving as little more than taunting reminders of what he'd had and lost, long before even finding himself here. it'd been less knowledge and more instinct that'd brought him to the shadowlands, then, whilst fukawa's reply hints that she'd intuited more than marc had.

still— ) I'm not here to snoop. ( if that's what she's concerned amount. marc could care less about her door and her tether: his concern is more the whoever and the whatever. ) You're a traveller of the night, ( in spite of any personal deficiencies, not that marc's one to comment on that front, ), this is what I was doing.

( a beat and then a concession of sorts— ) But I can wait outside while you do your 'kicking out', if you want. ( and then help finish the job. )