[ she probably shouldn't. she's never been the biggest follower of the 'think three steps ahead' rule of life, but even caroline can recognize that admitting she's starving for something more than just pasta carbonara less than twenty-four hours after arriving into a strange place (not to mention the future) is a little bit of a risk.
but what choice does she have? it's either suffer alone for the next howevermany days until the hatch opens for her and then try to find her way to some futuristic blood bank or animal shelter, or take this unsolicited but much needed offer for help from a stranger — and considering she's just been brusquely advised that bunnies aren't a thing she's likely to find, caroline has to admit that her chances of survival aren't exactly great if she chooses door number one.
so getting up really is the only way to go. she's wary, admittedly, but trying to be positive about this whole risky business scenario. ]
Okay. I'm coming. [ she doesn't have anything for anyone to steal, so nothing to worry about in terms of leaving something behind. ] You're not planning on staking me in a broom closet or anything, right?
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but what choice does she have? it's either suffer alone for the next howevermany days until the hatch opens for her and then try to find her way to some futuristic blood bank or animal shelter, or take this unsolicited but much needed offer for help from a stranger — and considering she's just been brusquely advised that bunnies aren't a thing she's likely to find, caroline has to admit that her chances of survival aren't exactly great if she chooses door number one.
so getting up really is the only way to go. she's wary, admittedly, but trying to be positive about this whole risky business scenario. ]
Okay. I'm coming. [ she doesn't have anything for anyone to steal, so nothing to worry about in terms of leaving something behind. ] You're not planning on staking me in a broom closet or anything, right?