[ It has not been the best day for Daisy Johnson. Or the best month, really. The hits just keep coming and all she can do is hang on and try to weather the storm.
If only it were that easy.
Huddling in her black coat and grey sweater, hands deep in her pockets, she can't seem to get warm even as she enters the strange dusty sanctuary that the Town Hall has become. She's spent more hours here sifting through boring municipal paperwork than she has in the room she'd claimed as her own at the boarding house. It feels a bit strange to find someone else there, and someone new at that, but then she's apparently been gone for a while... ]
Good question. [ That authoritative tone registers but doesn't have much effect; she's too used to being the one using it on others and he is not the one in charge. She focuses on the map that definitely hadn't been there before, frowning at the message. ] To which I do not have an answer...
the end approaches—
If only it were that easy.
Huddling in her black coat and grey sweater, hands deep in her pockets, she can't seem to get warm even as she enters the strange dusty sanctuary that the Town Hall has become. She's spent more hours here sifting through boring municipal paperwork than she has in the room she'd claimed as her own at the boarding house. It feels a bit strange to find someone else there, and someone new at that, but then she's apparently been gone for a while... ]
Good question. [ That authoritative tone registers but doesn't have much effect; she's too used to being the one using it on others and he is not the one in charge. She focuses on the map that definitely hadn't been there before, frowning at the message. ] To which I do not have an answer...