Re: Marvel quicklog: Marta/Helena
No, it's -- fine. No worries. [Her hands had moved out of her hoodie and into the pockets of her jeans, her shoulders arched forward slightly, nerves written into the curves. She could fake this, right? Pretend long enough to get through this and put in a call to her shrink after. That was all she had to do.] So, how is everything? How's Seven? [And where was Bean? But she didn't ask that, not with the vaguely vacant look on Marta's face. And it was rude, right? She wasn't Bean's parent.] How are you doing?