Repose was better than before. Before? Had been locked doors and a basement and hooking by a bus-stop to make enough cash to cover the ticket and maybe a meal. Holly hadn't heard from the Hood with news about her friend, which meant probably, that either she was caught or she was dead. Neither was exactly stunning news but neither was gonna make the day any better and the absence of news? Wasn't hope. It was just dead air.
So she didn't mind Repose, she minded boxes and boxes and locked doors and this, the wiping out of what ran in her veins was like washing out blood and finding ice-water and loading it up. But Eddie didn't know that. None of them did, and Holly? Wanted to keep it that way. It was stupid, and she didn't know why, only that she did. End of. Eddie was crouched over the guts of a machine that looked like it had died of electronic old age.
"I came to see you," she informed him, emphasis where it should be. The machine? She couldn't care less about the machine.