Re: Marvel quicklog: Marta/Helena
[Oh, right, no following. She didn't frown, but there was a drawing of her arches before they smoothed again.] Oh, did you want me to wait at the door? Sorry. I thought we were meeting him in the garage. [She said, and smiled as she took a step back. She was further off her game than she thought. Fuck. But she didn't miss the way that Marta's hand went to her belly, even as she was already turning. Maybe it was just that post partum thing. Shoving her hands in her hoodie pockets, she went back to the door, where the dogs sniffed at her shoes.]