[ Her intent could be jumping off a bridge for all Parker cares. She has done her part and she ended up coming back empty handed. She isn't going to do it again so soon.
Her teeth grit in an alarming strength, squeaking inside her mouth as she does. She has less patience than usual nowadays. Restlessness, maybe. The overwhelming fact that she isn't really doing anything anymore. What's the whole point of her being here? Be with the Hive? No way in hell. Fight against it? Likely, but without any information there is nothing to do and while she tried, she has realized this is much like being held in solitary confinement (an experience she had back home as well and it doesn't feel different at all, regardless of not having bars to stop her from walking around). ]
What's your problem? [ She demands from her place, glaring at her over her poetry. ] Go bother someone that cares.
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Her teeth grit in an alarming strength, squeaking inside her mouth as she does. She has less patience than usual nowadays. Restlessness, maybe. The overwhelming fact that she isn't really doing anything anymore. What's the whole point of her being here? Be with the Hive? No way in hell. Fight against it? Likely, but without any information there is nothing to do and while she tried, she has realized this is much like being held in solitary confinement (an experience she had back home as well and it doesn't feel different at all, regardless of not having bars to stop her from walking around). ]
What's your problem? [ She demands from her place, glaring at her over her poetry. ] Go bother someone that cares.
[ Leave her be. She is not fit for consumption. ]