This jello shot, I think, went straight to my head - this isn't Moscow, this isn't Tokyo…
Dmitri Lang likes meeting new people.
She especially likes meeting new people when those people may have insider information on people she's decided to stalk are interesting, even if those people think she's a figment of their subconscious. (Hey, she doesn't question the delusion; she just looks good in it.)
This is why she's heading into the Kashtta Tower after a quick detour from her apartment to pick up several large bottles of La Fin du Monde beer. (Because, hey, if the woman's going to insist on thinking she's an aspect of her subconscious, the least Dmitri can do is oblige and make a point to bring the symbolism.)
She's looking for a woman named Alex Drake, according to the journals. But anyone in the Tower is free to ambush her.
She especially likes meeting new people when those people may have insider information on people she's decided to stalk are interesting, even if those people think she's a figment of their subconscious. (Hey, she doesn't question the delusion; she just looks good in it.)
This is why she's heading into the Kashtta Tower after a quick detour from her apartment to pick up several large bottles of La Fin du Monde beer. (Because, hey, if the woman's going to insist on thinking she's an aspect of her subconscious, the least Dmitri can do is oblige and make a point to bring the symbolism.)
She's looking for a woman named Alex Drake, according to the journals. But anyone in the Tower is free to ambush her.