She's a poet, she's a builder, she's as bored as bored can be...
Suzie's been working her way through Chicago's junk shops lately, combing them for things from the Rift and interesting bits of tech she can repurpose. So far, she's had mixed results, but she's found a new shop this time, and oh, this one looks promising.
Something caught her eye from the moment she walked in, and although she's not quite sure what it is yet, she'd lay odds that it's nonhuman in origin. Promising, indeed. Oh, and here's an entire bin of interesting bits and bobs, which she's currently sorting through with the sort of grin that's usually reserved for small children in toy stores.
She, of course, has no idea that this particular junk shop happens to employ a certain Time Agent. If she did, she'd more than likely be a bit less gleeful and rather warier. But right now, all she knows is that she's found some fascinating toys tech to poke at, and really, this is the first thing she's been able to smile at in some time.
Something caught her eye from the moment she walked in, and although she's not quite sure what it is yet, she'd lay odds that it's nonhuman in origin. Promising, indeed. Oh, and here's an entire bin of interesting bits and bobs, which she's currently sorting through with the sort of grin that's usually reserved for small children in toy stores.
She, of course, has no idea that this particular junk shop happens to employ a certain Time Agent. If she did, she'd more than likely be a bit less gleeful and rather warier. But right now, all she knows is that she's found some fascinating toys tech to poke at, and really, this is the first thing she's been able to smile at in some time.