Re: Marta/Dahl
[Marta's in her usual yoga pants and t-shirt, hair up in a bun today. She rushed out the door a little earlier than usual, so there's no makeup on her face at all, which only makes her look younger. The gym reeks, and not just the sweat of people working out, and she can feel her skin getting sticky from the humidity in the air.
The mumble from Dahl (where she looks barely conscious on the floor) makes her smile a little, a quirk of her mouth, as she bends down to press the paper cup into reaching hand.] Careful, it's still hot. [Once the exchange has been made, Marta shifts over and kneels close to Hiro, burying fingers behind ears and under chin. The dog makes her miss the pitbulls at Seven's place.] Hey, baby. [Her voice is soft, a little rough as usual, but quiet.]