She took the chair, settling into it like a prim schoolgirl sitting down for a meeting with the school principal (such a very long way from the scrappy, ragged girl from the favelas). “No, no, that’s fine. You’ve had a lot on your platter,” Nadia said quickly. Busy. That was one (tactful) way of putting it.
The question of whether she’d settled in well or not gave her pause for a moment, before she shook her head. No. The one thing she needed, Jadyn Hunter couldn’t provide.
“I just wanted to introduce myself, so I was not just some stranger wandering your shelter. And I wanted to mention that, once you lift the curfew on female scouts, I would be able to help out if I’m allowed to join their ranks.” The woman sounded formal and stilted, still mustering together the English in her head a moment before it spilled from her lips. “I met with a couple doctors from the UMC who looked at my sprained ankle, and they have cleared me for physical activity again. So that I can be of help to you, once it’s safe once more. I was a good runner back in Brazil, and during my travels, I was small enough that I would often grab supplies for myself and my traveling companion.”
She’d been climbing the walls inside the shelter, watching Olivia stewing with that same restless, anxious energy; it had been worse for her roommate than her, but Nadia still found herself jittering with that urge to do something.