Nicky sipped at the coffee and closed her eyes as she allowed its caffeine-y warmth to settle into her body. She felt a surge of comfort and it helped settle all the things that had been stirred up by her dip back into her fears and psyche. She listened to Charlie talk and just took it all in. It wasn't necessarily nice to hear about someone else having a panic attack, but it was a bit of a relief. Even handlers, people who usually came to them as seasoned soldiers, had their moments. It also made them seem more like people to her.
"I can definitely identify my feeling as 'intense,' Nicky mumbled over the edge of her coffee just before she took another long sip. She was finally starting to feel just a tiny bit normal. "I guess I just let everything pile up. I haven't had time to really decompress. I just did two and a half weeks in deep cover and came back to a mess." Half the regiment in Limbo had been shipped out. Most likely, this was because they were needed elsewhere, but she assumed that a lot of it had to do with comfort. People were getting too comfortable here which led to the rules slacking. It also lead to people not performing as needed. In effect, the agents were basically the Suicide Squad and attachments meant that they didn't perform as expected. "I've been reassigned to a new handler. I had a system with Jules and we worked well together. I don't even know how to approach the new one. You'd think I'd be used to that, but five years is a long time to sit under one handler." This was just the tip of the iceberg.