It's fine! I've been failing @ keeping up lately anyway >_>
"I started at the library," Avery said, looking up from the paper. "But moved because it was too restrictive. The hospital doesn't much mind what time I come in or when I leave, only that I help," she shrugged. "Fair trade if you ask me."
Avery's drawings were rough sketches while on the road, but there was still skill hidden in the scribbled lines. She used the erratic movement of the bus to create artfully messy portraits and rough outlines of scenes she'd go over with a heavier hand.
For someone so skilled in the art of conversation Avery still managed to step in it sometimes. "Why not?" she asked bluntly, catching Nadia's eye and looking inquisitive. "Why wouldn't you read something your brother created?" Avery would have read anything her siblings published, so it seemed strange to her. Maybe they were angry at each other for a very long time, maybe they were adopted, whatever it was Avery wanted to know.