[Glass crunches under her boots as Clarke steps up behind him. She half expects something to come bursting out of the store, but that would involve logic, reason, and terror colliding and meeting in the same place. She knows for a fact that that doesn't tend to happen just because someone expects it.
Gingerly, she begins to push in through the shop window. She's not surprised that no one's taken to looting this place. Unlike many businesses, baked goods tend not to keep long enough to be worthy of this kind of attention. Plus, they don't have any resale value.]
What were you looking for again? [Her focus on this mission had been a way of escaping her gloom and worry. That detail was one she'd normally hold on to—normally. She glances to him for the answer.]
no subject
Gingerly, she begins to push in through the shop window. She's not surprised that no one's taken to looting this place. Unlike many businesses, baked goods tend not to keep long enough to be worthy of this kind of attention. Plus, they don't have any resale value.]
What were you looking for again? [Her focus on this mission had been a way of escaping her gloom and worry. That detail was one she'd normally hold on to—normally. She glances to him for the answer.]