I'm gonna guess this city isn't always like this. Doesn't seem so bad to me.

Except for how half the aforementioned city is in this apartment. Is it the cooking? I don't even fucking know, but I'm blaming the Cajun and company.

[A woman's low voice, murmuring to someone. Possibly just herself.]

-- pay phone --

Huh?[Silence, as she discovers a communicator, and processes her surroundings. Okay. This is not home, but it's not openly hostile, and she has some kind of way of talking to people ( Read more... )