[ Jumpy. She would hate being described that way, even if it's true. Her nerves feel like a live wire, and recent events have worn her down like sandpaper on her skin. Nothing here is right. There's no one here she trusts to have her back, no one she can let her guard down with. There's no one to understand the grief she carries, either for the people she's lost or the life she's not certain she can ever return to. ]
Long year.
[ The weary clarification is provided as she refills her glass, emptying the bottle into it and then wrapping both hands around the base. She has to pace herself. Her tolerance isn't low enough for a single beer to affect her that much, but it all comes back to how she doesn't feel safe here. After being kidnapped and tortured by Nathaniel Malick, after having her power forcibly taken from her... She has to look out for herself. No one else will. ]
But you know, this place is really the cherry on top.
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Long year.
[ The weary clarification is provided as she refills her glass, emptying the bottle into it and then wrapping both hands around the base. She has to pace herself. Her tolerance isn't low enough for a single beer to affect her that much, but it all comes back to how she doesn't feel safe here. After being kidnapped and tortured by Nathaniel Malick, after having her power forcibly taken from her... She has to look out for herself. No one else will. ]
But you know, this place is really the cherry on top.