[Elizabeth is having worries of her own, truth be told.]
[It's shaking her, thinking that she has friends. As far as she's aware, Booker was her only friend for very good reasons-- no one understood her ability, and she wasn't ever in one place long enough to remember and know where she was. She lived a life of vignettes where she didn't know all the lines or even where the stage ended and began. How could she make friends when everything was always changing around her?]
[She swallows and opens the door, and when she sees Wanda's face there's a definite feeling of... relaxation that comes over her. Elizabeth remembers to smile finally and pulls open the door wider.]
You're Wanda, I imagine?
[There's a tiredness in Elizabeth's face, but somehow she looks less... burdened. Less heavy than the last time Wanda probably saw her. But the unease and the trepidation is still there as she gestures for Wanda to come in.]
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[It's shaking her, thinking that she has friends. As far as she's aware, Booker was her only friend for very good reasons-- no one understood her ability, and she wasn't ever in one place long enough to remember and know where she was. She lived a life of vignettes where she didn't know all the lines or even where the stage ended and began. How could she make friends when everything was always changing around her?]
[She swallows and opens the door, and when she sees Wanda's face there's a definite feeling of... relaxation that comes over her. Elizabeth remembers to smile finally and pulls open the door wider.]
You're Wanda, I imagine?
[There's a tiredness in Elizabeth's face, but somehow she looks less... burdened. Less heavy than the last time Wanda probably saw her. But the unease and the trepidation is still there as she gestures for Wanda to come in.]
I found some tea, if you'd like that?