It had been. A long day. Even moreso than normal - which was impressive, in some faint kind of way, Darrow was sure. It had mostly just left her tired, irritated, and ready to be done. Up before dawn to get her own injection - not that she really needed to be there that early but. She'd learned early on that she needed to give herself a bit of time after her treatment, if she wanted to be useful for the rest of the day.
She knew it was in her head, could rationalize it out just fine, but, regardless, the hour after getting the injection, without fail, left her feeling more muddled than normal - like cotton had been stuffed into her very senses, muffling the world around her even more than usual, almost as bad as dunking her head in a tub of water. She knew there wasn't a change, or, if there was one, it wasn't nearly so drastic, but still. After two years, it was easier to just get it over with, take her hour, and then get back to the Town Circle to supervise for the rest of the day.
Generally speaking - depending on who was available for the day - she tried to be the only formally bound guard on duty in the Circle, letting the others either take up other duties in town, or have the day off. It didn't always work out. But, one thing she did make sure worked out, without fail, was that she was the one to go looking for no-shows, regardless of how many.
(Lucky for her, they were few and far between. Though, she wasn't too fond of looking at when she had actually started seeing that as lucky.)
Small blessing then (and that turn of phrase was definitely going to hit her later), that the one she'd been looking for literally landed at her feet. Rather painfully too, it looked like, if the impact was as hard as it looked (and felt, on her end anyway). He looked...well, frankly, he looked a mess, even without the tumble. She shook her head slightly, breathing out through her nose carefully.
"Curfew's been called, Luke." She didn't enjoy saying it, by any stretch of the imagination, voice hard to hide a strain - of exhaustion or annoyance, she couldn't tell at this point.
(But this wasn't about her own chafing and welts and anger. That was for her and a carefully rationed bottle, back in her office, later.)
She had a job to do, right now. All that mattered. "Think you cut it a little too close today."