[ As has become habit, when the arrivals come, Fitz does the rounds. Can't ditch work again, so he shows up at the safehouse at night (well, day, in the new schedule) after they've been rescued. A vague allegiance to Morningstar and a defined interested in others like him means he carries a rucksack of extra supplies, slung onto the cot beside Maeve so he can sort through it. He looks crisp and almost corporate in his button-down.
Maeve strikes him as familiar, someone seen before (from the first bus, actually), but he can't place her, instead staring for seconds too long when she questions him. ]
Yeah, okay, yeah. [ he blinks, sort of recalibrating, unsure where to start, but her smile's a good sign, right... ]
I can go big picture, but it's — [ incoherent gesturing ] — it's a lot. [ he perches on the cot opposite her. ] Did anybody walk you through the basics when they led you here?
[ the walk through the city can be the best place to explain, with examples all around them. ]
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Maeve strikes him as familiar, someone seen before (from the first bus, actually), but he can't place her, instead staring for seconds too long when she questions him. ]
Yeah, okay, yeah. [ he blinks, sort of recalibrating, unsure where to start, but her smile's a good sign, right... ]
I can go big picture, but it's — [ incoherent gesturing ] — it's a lot. [ he perches on the cot opposite her. ] Did anybody walk you through the basics when they led you here?
[ the walk through the city can be the best place to explain, with examples all around them. ]