[ there's a flicker of a frown at how.... it isn't casual, how he says it, but it is different. not what you're thinking. does he mean not the little green men? is he assuming that's what she's thinking? this isn't the first time she's really thinking about how they don't all come from the the same ideas of places, how new york could be one way for her, and some way completely different for someone else. but, almost in spite of herself, as he mentions being in new york, she thinks of her's. of home.
there's a sharp tightness in her chest at that. of home. of how they are sitting here, talking about home, while the water continues to rise. ]
Y-you were? [ the stutter isn't from anything specific, other than the fact amos's eyes are now moving, and he's moving, and she realizes a second or so later that he's moving to the window and kneels down, starts to... she's not sure. feel along the glass? she steps a half-step to the side as he kneels down next to her, and she blinks, her body not quite processing whether or not she needs to still feel relieved or if she should start feeling panicked again. the rise and fall of adrenaline is exhausting her, but karen knows that amos is right.
because what are they supposed to do, if the man from the other side of the window doesn't return?
she swallows, and with the binder still held to her chest, she starts looking around - trying to find anything that could be helpful. her eyes hover on something strange up in the ceiling, a dark shadow that looks...wrong, somehow. but his voice brings her back before too long. ]
Um. [ you grew up there? she shakes her head. ] No- I uh. I'm from Vermont. Tiny town in the mountains. I moved to New York a few years ago. For ah- it doesn't matter. [ she doesn't know if she has it in her to get into the why. ] Hell's Kitchen's been home for a bit now. [ amos is searching for something, and karen wants to help. she just doesn't know how she can, so she steps away from the glass, notices the way the water is almost cresting over his shoulders. she swallows. ]
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there's a sharp tightness in her chest at that. of home. of how they are sitting here, talking about home, while the water continues to rise. ]
Y-you were? [ the stutter isn't from anything specific, other than the fact amos's eyes are now moving, and he's moving, and she realizes a second or so later that he's moving to the window and kneels down, starts to... she's not sure. feel along the glass? she steps a half-step to the side as he kneels down next to her, and she blinks, her body not quite processing whether or not she needs to still feel relieved or if she should start feeling panicked again. the rise and fall of adrenaline is exhausting her, but karen knows that amos is right.
because what are they supposed to do, if the man from the other side of the window doesn't return?
she swallows, and with the binder still held to her chest, she starts looking around - trying to find anything that could be helpful. her eyes hover on something strange up in the ceiling, a dark shadow that looks...wrong, somehow. but his voice brings her back before too long. ]
Um. [ you grew up there? she shakes her head. ] No- I uh. I'm from Vermont. Tiny town in the mountains. I moved to New York a few years ago. For ah- it doesn't matter. [ she doesn't know if she has it in her to get into the why. ] Hell's Kitchen's been home for a bit now. [ amos is searching for something, and karen wants to help. she just doesn't know how she can, so she steps away from the glass, notices the way the water is almost cresting over his shoulders. she swallows. ]
Amos- he'll be back.
[ right? ]