[She's out of cigarettes. So, she's on her way back to Elysium, drained and miserable. A bottle of half-gone whisky hangs from her hand, though there isn't any on her breath yet.
She spies Vin before she makes it, stopping in her tracks. The emotions are all abject misery, but she'll still be polite.]
WEEK 5: Saturday
She spies Vin before she makes it, stopping in her tracks. The emotions are all abject misery, but she'll still be polite.]
Hey. You feeling any better tonight?
[She seemed pretty tender at trial today.]