Re: Quicklog, Gotham: Babs G/Jim G
[Was there any gentle way to put things? To talk about terrible things that had yet to come? She leaned against the counter as she held his gaze.] A little while from where--when I come from, someone breaks into our house. Shoots me in the stomach. So for most people here, they were expecting me to be in my wheelchair. [She gestured to the tower around them, refurnished and redone.] I ended up redoing this place. It was set up to accommodate her, but she isn't here anymore.