Who: Storm OTA Where: A coffee shop near the Capital Building When: Tuesday Mid-morning What: Storm steps out of the office to have a moment to herself. Sometimes those are just needed.
While most went to the corner coffee shop near the Capital Building for coffee, Storm went to the coffee shop for tea. A nice hot cup of tea in order to calm her nerves for a moment and give her a chance to get out of that dratted building. Not that she didn't enjoy her job, it was extremely important and necessary, even fun at times, but there were moments when she got tired of the paperwork and wished it was no longer her duty. Yet it was her duty to see to it. Her duty to insure that the teams were up to grade, had the appropriate training, to research and consider any requests made for the Nation's intervention.
So she was sitting in the corner booth, a cup of tea on the table in front of her, and a book she hadn't even really looked at the entire time she had been sitting there. She didn't really come to read, it just made a good excuse not to talk to anyone she didn't really want to talk to.
With a sigh, she settled further back in the chair and shut her eyes. It didn't keep her from feeling the motion of the air in the room, the slow in and out of breathing, the slight stir of people moving from one place to another, the scents constantly swirling about the room: warm bread, cookies, coffee, tea, chai. Underneath that the human scents of hair and skin. Storm drew the air toward her a bit, letting herself revel in the scents and enjoying this slow moment.
There were too many moments in which things were going far too quickly. Not to mention, there were things she needed to figure out. What on earth had they faced while down in the catacombs under Paris? Those things, they had been human in shape, but they were obviously machines. Except they bled. Robots didn't bleed. What was the point in inserting some kind of tracker into Mrs. Shaw? Then there was what she had recovered from their computer lab. It was still being deciphered. Even with the encryption broken, it was so much that those working on it might as well have been cracking the human genome all over again. It was just too much information.
So many things she could think about when she really needed to be thinking about meditating.