She shook her head, while walking down. This time she kept more by his side, to at least keep herself more awake. “My friend, Evelyn, helped me join this dance troupe-” She shrugged, the usual lines to explain things coming easily. “It’s fine and stable – after the ballet, I’m more qualified than most there.” Embarrassing, if it weren’t for the ‘firing’ part that tailed her resume. Lotte sighed and looked to him, shrugging once more, “I’m sure you’ll find something. People like insurance in this economy, right?”
It seemed funny to be talking about something as mundane as the economy – she’d rather deal with that than any of the insanity of her life. Bellum Letale seemed so cut off from the rest of the world that she was surprised when she walked out and found people did still have normal lives, which didn’t involve fearing for your life from a story.
“It isn’t,” Lotte agreed, shining her light down the deluxe floor without actually looking. Once more she winced, shaking her head, “I’m sorry. Really horrible things to have in common- ” She didn’t want to think of her father and she immediately tried to make the topic lighter. “You don’t dance, do you?” The smile that accompanied it was shaky, attempting to cover her own awkwardness.