Whoever's in the Brew when she walks in might not realize it, but her heart is still pounding hard. She's been in enough bad situations to keep her cool, and when she picks an empty table and sits down at it, she hopes she just looks distracted, not completely freaked out.
She scrolls through the communicator rapidly. Edward had mentioned the network, and when she goes back, she finds his post. She's a little too disturbed by the mere sight of him to listen to much of what he's saying. She knows she's fucked this one up badly, and for once, she doesn't feel like she's being disingenuous when she makes excuses for it... but she still made a mistake.
Anyone from her world could have made that mistake. Ellie might just do it too, a couple days, even a week from now. Who wouldn't shoot? She was generous enough to just go for the knee.
More disturbing to her: he's a warden. There's no way on earth he's not going to tell someone, and Larry's enough of a bootlicker that he'll say something when he figures it out. That's what that blue thing was, right? Larry's thing?
She swears she's going to lose enamel off her teeth, clenching her jaw like this.
The whole situation is fucked. She feels mangled, inside and out. Fucking Infected. She navigates away from Edward's post before she starts to feel nauseous. She goes right to Arthur's inbox, away again to Tiffany's, away once more to Larry's. She contemplates Misty and Jake and Butcher, and then goes right back to Arthur's. There's no avoiding this. No one else is going to get it and it's coming out no matter what.
slowly turns his inbox into HR Dept
She scrolls through the communicator rapidly. Edward had mentioned the network, and when she goes back, she finds his post. She's a little too disturbed by the mere sight of him to listen to much of what he's saying. She knows she's fucked this one up badly, and for once, she doesn't feel like she's being disingenuous when she makes excuses for it... but she still made a mistake.
Anyone from her world could have made that mistake. Ellie might just do it too, a couple days, even a week from now. Who wouldn't shoot? She was generous enough to just go for the knee.
More disturbing to her: he's a warden. There's no way on earth he's not going to tell someone, and Larry's enough of a bootlicker that he'll say something when he figures it out. That's what that blue thing was, right? Larry's thing?
She swears she's going to lose enamel off her teeth, clenching her jaw like this.
The whole situation is fucked. She feels mangled, inside and out. Fucking Infected. She navigates away from Edward's post before she starts to feel nauseous. She goes right to Arthur's inbox, away again to Tiffany's, away once more to Larry's. She contemplates Misty and Jake and Butcher, and then goes right back to Arthur's. There's no avoiding this. No one else is going to get it and it's coming out no matter what.
She opens up an audio line:
"Arthur. I screwed up."
She sounds like she swallowed a frog.