Venturing out into the world: Marta / Seven
[A "few" minutes is actually more like ten. She still moves slow, sometimes because her belly is still achy, sometimes because she's searching for the energy to move faster. She hasn't shaved her legs in months, so she doesn't feel like she can wear capri leggings, even though it's hot outside, so she's in one of her many pairs of yoga pants (difficult to tell one pair from the next - she should maybe get more colors, but that seems... daunting to decide) and a giant t-shirt that falls to mid-thigh on her. It's the same sort of outfit she's been wearing since coming home from the hospital. The extra time goes into brushing her hair into a high ponytail and actually digging out her eyeliner and some lip gloss. It shouldn't seem like a huge effort, but it is.
Her shoes end up being flip flops because her feet are still a little swollen, and the slap of them accompanies the jingle of Devi's tags as Marta clips on the leash to her collar. The dog has been sitting patiently, watching the whole process, but at the sight of the leash, her whole back end had started to wiggle along with the wag of her tail. The other dogs being in the backyard or somewhere with Tommy, none of them bother her as she heads out to the truck, closing the door carefully behind herself.
She lets Devi in the truck first, the dog settling in the back seat with her head near Bean's carseat, snuffling at the baby for a few seconds (as if to check that everything is alright) before laying down on the backseat itself. That done, Marta works on climbing into the front seat, glad for the extra step of the running board along the side of the vehicle. The stretch of it is still a little bit of a challenge for her stomach muscles, and she keeps a hand pressed there firmly until she's in and sitting. Her gaze doesn't go to the backseat, only over toward Seven with a too-small smile before she turns back to close the door and buckle her seatbelt.] Hi.