Who: Emmy Kate Hart and Graham Frost Where: The Hart suite at the Capitol What: Graham needs a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and Emmy Kate needs to make sure he's not dead When: Evening-ish
Emmy Kate was nervous, okay. Graham could be a little...out there, and Emmy Kate was hardly one to judge about having more under-the-radar, specific interests and an unhealthy amount of enthusiasm, but whatever that was going on with Graham at the moment was unusual, even for him. She'd seen his post on the freenet while still at work, taking a second to read something that didn't have to do with an attempted robbery or something else illegal and harmful to other people. Overall, Emmy Kate just needed something light-hearted to break up the darkness that often came with her job.
Instead, she found concern edging onto her nerves until she couldn't ignore it anymore. Someone had to do something to check in on Graham, and if no one else would do it, then Emmy Kate had no other choice but to do it herself. She'd managed to convince to come down to her family's suite so she could get some of that beloved peanut butter Graham craved so much, and had reached out to a few others regarding how to care for someone clearly suffering hallucinations. The poor man had no one else, really, and Emmy Kate really felt for that. It wasn't in her habit to go ahead and adopt just anyone, but she sympathized with those who didn't always fit in all that well. She knew what that was like to some degree, and vowed to always be a friendly face if she came across anyone else like that.
She stood at the counter in their kitchen, still in her work clothes but at least her heels were off. Maybe it was silly to insist on wearing business casual in the office, but Emmy Kate always dressed to impress. A zombie apocalypse certainly didn't mean she couldn't rock her Jimmy Choos if she felt like it, not in a secure, government environment. Emmy Kate hummed the Star Wars Imperial March under her breath while spreading the peanut butter onto a slice of bread. Ever since Graham had mentioned R2D2, it'd been stuck in her head and impossible to get out. Oh, well. She was the only one home at the moment, and she'd hum if she felt like it.