Date: 2015-08-28 04:54 am (UTC)
doomed_copper: (Fear and distrust.)
Don't be sorry--

JIM. Please.

[She wanted to talk, to reason, but it was clear he was trying valiantly to shut it off.

So, she went with it, placing all the markers upon the murderboard, and adding adjunct notes of her own before collapsing much like he did in a chair. ]


We've got to find Wiles himself.

[Her eyes lazily focused on him.]

But first, I need a shower, and then a bite to eat.
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