Door had about enough of all of this. As far as she was concerned, Caz wasn't around. If he wanted to speak to her, he could come to her. If he needed something, he was doing the walking here. He had hit too low, hurt too much. And she was just...she sick of losing all her favorite parts about herself because of him. She used to be sunny and bright and fun. She would wander around the city making friends with rats and having her own adventures. And now, cause she was in love, somehow none of that was real anymore? No. She was done with this whole thing.
She stared at the water, letting her mind go blank. She didn't want to think about anything that had happened in the last few days. She didn't want any of it to even be real anymore. She just wanted to move on. She wanted to go back to being the person that she was - not some drunk in a bar and not some girl crying over a man. She forced all her thoughts out of her head until she heard nothing but nature and silence.
Until her revelry was broken by a pair of footsteps.
Door lifted her head and turned back towards the dock. She didn't want to say anything - she just wanted to look back down at the water and not contemplate. But that wasn't what Door of the London Below did! No, she spoke to people, damnit!