[... Right. Will and the Enclosure. A large part of her wants to cancel: to make up an excuse, or hell, to just use the very real excuse that she's still death-tolling. She knows that he wouldn't mind.
Instead, she says--]
Be right out.
[The door swings open half a minute later, and here she is, all ready to go with her warden item tucked into the back pocket of her jeans.]
no subject
Instead, she says--]
Be right out.
[The door swings open half a minute later, and here she is, all ready to go with her warden item tucked into the back pocket of her jeans.]