Tweak says, "more than a million dollars"
Which, okay, let's be fair, her default state of being was often somewhere between annoyed and determined. She was having trouble adjusting to this place. Oh, the people were decent, the food was better, and there was room to stretch her legs without worrying about being stalked by the TVA or having to run because the world was collapsing around her. While that was good it was also bad. She was so used to having only a couple of hours of sleep and then being on the move again that staying in one place was rough.
And while safe was a nice feeling, for once, she was having trouble relaxing. And believing that relaxing was a thing she could do. She had shed her armor, wearing her comfortable pants and shoes, and a black long-sleeved shirt, and she had left her sword behind finding out it wasn't exactly welcomed in town. Though mistake her for unarmed at one's own peril. She walked through the street like she owned it, confidence was something she had even if it had been shaken a little bit.
She knew she should talk to Loki and maybe even Nora but that included admitting she was having problems and she was not sure she was ready to do that yet. Every sleep had come with nightmares, a replay of the Citadel. She had given up sleeping in the bed, it was too strange feeling, and she hadn't really been eating well, despite the fact the food was much better. She ate on the go, old habits were incredibly hard to break.
She looked around, memorizing every single building. She deftly stepped out of the way of someone exiting a coffee shop.
(Read comments)