Re: NM: Cat & Leena
"I--" she started, wanting to be both honest and to reassure Cat. She didn't feel that rising urge to end it all anymore, but she hadn't felt that since she decided not to try again on a different bough. Once that had been decided, she no longer felt crippled by it, but knew if she didn't find a way to deal with everything in her head, she'd be right back there with another noose. "I feel different than I did before. Not a lot, but a little. It takes the edge off the --" she waved a hand through the air, fingers flexing as she tried to figure out the words she wanted to use. "The depression, maybe. The worst of it."
For Leena, she never had any doubt that it wasn't the people in the facility that didn't leave her the ID and the meds. They didn't care enough for that, and if they knew her name, she had every suspicion that they would find her and drag her back, screaming and bloodied.
Here was better. As hard as it was, it was better than the flashes she had of there. "I'm not sure I'm explaining it very well, but I'm glad too. Turns out I like eating," she said with a little smile and a shrug of her shoulders.
Dancers reminded her of the acrobat though-- the one she'd met after Jack. "I'd, I'd like that," she said quietly, fingertips reaching out to trace along the wall.
For all that Cat felt as though interacting with her was like going through a field of landmines, Leena felt that way about everything. She knew the major things that would set her off -- strange men and the guard's language, but the other things? She had to learn those daily and she was glad to leave behind questions about her bed and mattress, and hopefully about her sleeping patterns.
Even Repose and the conversation about Stephanie were less minefields, and she talked as she headed towards the doors that led to the back of the center. "She's overly familiar, but rarely talks to me." There was another twitch-shrug of her shoulders. "The last time I talked to her was after I had run out of the bar from you, and she was overly familiar then. And I know -- I know she knows me. From before, but I think those are the only two times we've ever talked and I don't -- I don't know what to do with that. And she was so very apologetic this last time and it just seemed so fake and then she was going on about how I could talk to her and some shit about being in a facility, but she meant Area 52 and the entire thing freaked me out. I just wanted to tell her congrats on her wedding, even though Eddie was cruel for no fucking reason to Damian and I," she said all in a rush, and pushed open the door to suck in an audible breath of desert air. "Like, even Jason faked caring enough to ask what happened on the docks that day."
The whole fucking thing made her skin itch and both arms began to wrap around her middle. "Damian invited me to her wedding. Why not her? If she wanted me to come, and she wants us to be so close as her familiarity suggests, why didn't she invite me?" She risked a glance at Cat, brows bunched above her nose. The lack of surety, that was all her. The questioning? That declared her Bruce's child with as much accuracy as a DNA test.