Olivia & Marina, 2:15PM
Thanksgiving wasn't actually something Marina celebrated much in her life. She knew about it, of course, but she'd either been too poor as a kid or too busy with Cartel business to get hung up on such a silly celebration. But here she was at the LBJ mostly because she didn't want to sit home alone in that goddamn trailer that she was supposed to be living in with Vic. Skipping the food to start, she just sipped on some water, lingering off to the side and leaning against the wall.
She was more appropriately dressed fo a funeral than a Thanksgiving but apparently she wasn't as intimidating as she thought because some girl on crutches was talking to her. Marina eyed the girl curiously as she hobbled over, not even pretending that she wasn't staring. "What happened to you?"