Anonymous: (Sorry I didn't message you yesterday, I'm horrible!) Molly's still standing with her hand on the loop of her bag, securing it on her shoulder. She'd never met this man before, and she has no idea why he would need to be here in the morgue. And most importantly, he didn't seem to be tired. She'd been in the morgue all day and was frankly exhausted from her day. "No, I'm. Sorry, Do I know you?" She asked, her eyebrows reaching together to help evoke her confusion to the stranger. ~ ♥ SS