[ Marc hasn't told her much about himself. Arguably, she hasn't told him much either, and that level of detail — to her — is to be expected. She remembers how guarded and absolutely insane she was first arriving, and while Marc has been fairing considerably better, she can't imagine a willingness to share much of anything for at least three more months. Or, with the way things are going, who fucking knows.
Any sense of normalcy she's managed to scrape together has been thrown out of the window, and she is feeling infinitely more exhausted. Has a lot more tension in her shoulders as she sees the unfamiliar way Marc's lips frown (she chalks it up to him having a heatstroke, because his suit). She barely catches the outline of it when he looks towards the window, the light from the sun blaring into it faint and durable. ]
Really?
[ She says, not because she doesn't believe him, but because out of all the people to run into, she's his first.
..Actually, in the grand scheme of things, she's probably the safest option. Same faction, vaguely familiar with each other. Who knows if anyone else is still ready to kill each other with all this other shit going on. She rubs at her face, feels how dry her skin is with how oppressive the heat has become, even indoors. ]
I've seen other people, but.. It's this sun. [ She gestures to the building they're both inside. ] Everyone's probably holed up somewhere waiting it out.
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Any sense of normalcy she's managed to scrape together has been thrown out of the window, and she is feeling infinitely more exhausted. Has a lot more tension in her shoulders as she sees the unfamiliar way Marc's lips frown (she chalks it up to him having a heatstroke, because his suit). She barely catches the outline of it when he looks towards the window, the light from the sun blaring into it faint and durable. ]
Really?
[ She says, not because she doesn't believe him, but because out of all the people to run into, she's his first.
..Actually, in the grand scheme of things, she's probably the safest option. Same faction, vaguely familiar with each other. Who knows if anyone else is still ready to kill each other with all this other shit going on. She rubs at her face, feels how dry her skin is with how oppressive the heat has become, even indoors. ]
I've seen other people, but.. It's this sun. [ She gestures to the building they're both inside. ] Everyone's probably holed up somewhere waiting it out.