ME: Eddie/Selina
[She's supposed to be bonding or communing, but she doesn't want to do either. She's black on black, pants and a snug tee, boots and eyes red-rimmed from crying, which we are not talking about, thank you very much. Hair scraped back, and if anyone checks her room on the island is empty. She watches his hand, and she quirks a brow.] Depends on what it is. I'm not in the mood for easy.