[ The small, incredulous huff that slips past Dokja's lips sounds very much like a laugh, and he shakes his head at Gray's answer. That's such typical Han Sooyoung behavior that he can't help but think it's funny, even if it causes a deep ache in his chest because he misses her so damn much. ]

Of course she was, [ he says with far too fond a tone. ] She doesn't know how to keep herself out of trouble.

[ He shifts his gaze toward the second floor, as if expecting her to show up out of nowhere and yell at him that he's the same way. ]

She's the writer. She wrote some things here, too.