[It's possibly one of the worst times to be extracted. Or at least, that's what Jupiter's been told. The grim underlying war of reality had already been laid out to her, and maybe she would've accepted situations like this were the norm (and wish, fleetingly, that she hadn't touched the red pill), if the sudden and unusual circumstances hadn't been explained to her.
It still hasn't made it an easy transition. But with all the focus on the refugees, the casualties being brought in, she can at least slide away for a little while, away from attention. She'd moved to a room as soon as she was physically able to, unwilling to take up a clinic bed when there were more needy still trickling in through the docks. She's still shaky, clumsy and weak, spends a lot of time resting - not that her new lodgings allows that much. The knock on the door isn't the first, but she bites down on any irritation as it interrupts her second cycle of exercises.
She calls through a coming! as she sets the small weights down and makes her way slowly to the door, a slight sheen of sweat on her skin, dark eyes large with only a short fuzz of hair, no fall to frame her features.]
I'm sorry. [She says on not recognising the man, an apologetic smile at the corners of her mouth.] You're probably looking for someone else, aren't you?
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It still hasn't made it an easy transition. But with all the focus on the refugees, the casualties being brought in, she can at least slide away for a little while, away from attention. She'd moved to a room as soon as she was physically able to, unwilling to take up a clinic bed when there were more needy still trickling in through the docks. She's still shaky, clumsy and weak, spends a lot of time resting - not that her new lodgings allows that much. The knock on the door isn't the first, but she bites down on any irritation as it interrupts her second cycle of exercises.
She calls through a coming! as she sets the small weights down and makes her way slowly to the door, a slight sheen of sweat on her skin, dark eyes large with only a short fuzz of hair, no fall to frame her features.]
I'm sorry. [She says on not recognising the man, an apologetic smile at the corners of her mouth.] You're probably looking for someone else, aren't you?