Re: NM: Cat & Leena
The kiss to her head was unexpected, but not unwelcome. It didn't make her shoulders lift up into her ears and the muscles of her entire body go tight in a precursor to a fight. It simply was, like the place she'd chosen, warm. It was good. Yeah, good.
Her brows pointed together above her nose, lips pursed as she considered her face. The faint lines that would later be wrinkles, the hair that would lighten further to white and silver and finally gave a little shake of her head. "Older, but you still don't look as old as Bruce," she stated in the hopes that might make her feel a little better. She didn't leap back from the hand that came to her cheek, but there - the walls went back up, and she watched it with a sort of guardedness that said she was unsure as to why.
And what would happen after. Nothing though, no stinging slap, no painful grip of her hair -- she breathed out, face twisting for a moment that she had considered that of Cat, but the warning was still there, lurking, settled unevenly across her bones and sinews.
"It, um, all the therapy? It churns up a lot of shit," she said quietly as she jammed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, the construction paper crinkling against the fabric. She left it there as she started walking, not too fast, one foot in front of the other to their internet cafe first. "There's sometimes a fight over the computers, but most of us have our phones now, so we can use those here." There were a half dozen tables around the room, each with four large chairs, and two love seats in the far corners of the room, currently occupied by two girls on their phones.
The room reminded her of why she'd had to wait longer to get her phone back, and she didn't linger before hurrying to the dining room, with the faux distressed wood tables and matching chairs. There were more women here, lingering, and talking. "We had sushi last night and tonight it's some kind of soup with cornbread. They've got really good cooks though, I haven't had the same thing to eat twice since I've been here, except for breakfast. They make really good omelets." And while it was different fare than she would have prepared for herself back in Repose, she was at least eating it. "They told me if I didn't start eating that they'd have a tube put in me," she said quietly, scuffing her toe against the floor. Never had she meant to let it get that bad, but between that and having to watch one of the attendants feed another girl who constantly spat it back at her -- yeah, she didn't want to be that person.