[She's taking her time to cool off from...everything that's happened in such a short time. They needed to focus on the mission at hand, their reason for being brought to this world, further researching the nature of Struxta and what people have been uncovering from the library. But, somehow that feels as though it's been put on hold, and she finds she cannot latch herself on to anything at the moment to take her mind over everything that's unfolded with her personal circle of friends and...with him.
She feels empty, uncertain where to go from this, in knowing her friends know so much more than her, that so much has changed for them, but also in knowing what they are able to tell her. Of a supposed future they all shared, save for her, stuck in the past, stuck on feelings for someone who was not who he said he was.
In the lobby, she stopped crying, but she's sitting some distance away from any passer-bys from the Circle, Platt sitting curled up in her lap. Her eyes are red-rimmed, cheeks still damp, and she's so caught up in her own thoughts that a familiar voice sounds at a much greater distance away than it actually is.
It takes her a tick to register that it's Lance, and her whole body tenses before she could turn to look at him, quickly wiping dry her cheeks with the back of her head, inhaling sharply to compose herself and to keep her voice from cracking. She's quickly pulled herself together, turning, offering Lance a small "absolutely Nothing Is Wrong" smile.]
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She feels empty, uncertain where to go from this, in knowing her friends know so much more than her, that so much has changed for them, but also in knowing what they are able to tell her. Of a supposed future they all shared, save for her, stuck in the past, stuck on feelings for someone who was not who he said he was.
In the lobby, she stopped crying, but she's sitting some distance away from any passer-bys from the Circle, Platt sitting curled up in her lap. Her eyes are red-rimmed, cheeks still damp, and she's so caught up in her own thoughts that a familiar voice sounds at a much greater distance away than it actually is.
It takes her a tick to register that it's Lance, and her whole body tenses before she could turn to look at him, quickly wiping dry her cheeks with the back of her head, inhaling sharply to compose herself and to keep her voice from cracking. She's quickly pulled herself together, turning, offering Lance a small "absolutely Nothing Is Wrong" smile.]
Oh! Hello Lance!