Two weeks after she'd been shot Attie was barely out of the surgery and back to a semi-independent lifestyle. Much to her dissatisfaction she still wasn't allowed to do anything even resembling light exercise an she was still for the most part bedridden- just upstairs, but she was allowed to shuffle about freely and most importantly she didn't have to spend her nights by herself in that damned surgery anymore.
She sat glasses on and cross legged on the bed with a cardboard box in front of her and sighed. Just another box of many that she had to sort through. Since her injury made it impractical for her to the City Center she was moving. She wasn't sure where she was moving yet but for the time her things were being brought to her from her flat box by box. She pulled the top off of the cardboard box she wrinkled her nose. "More crap." she grumbled to her die hard companion as of late, Icarus. She stuck her good hand into the box and fished around a little, "Just more perfume and jewelry...I don't know if I want to keep most of this." she commented off-handed. "It's just... I don't really need more than a few perfumes anymore do I?" she asked lifting her head to look at Icarus. Poor Icarus, she'd had him shifting through boxes since she'd been out of the surgery, she just wanted to put most things in storage and get them out of her sight and off of her minds. "So how are you and my brother?" she slipped in as nonchalantly as if she'd asked about the weather.
When she heard the buzzer from the surgery go off Attie thought nothing of it. Over and over again she'd heard that damned buzzer go off and she'd finally learned how to ignore it, she still loathed it, but she ignored it.