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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Yes, I know.. it's a little strange for me, too," more than a little strange. Because this all looked new. Moving along with a bounce in her step she would eventually catch up with Holmes. He was standing in a place 70 years out of his comfort zone and yet to Lexie, well, he looked almost gleeful. Like this was fantastic. Then again, if someone had dropped her in 2058 she imagined her reaction would be a sort of glee, too.

"Last time it was all sort of ruined. Like people had lived here and it'd fallen apart. This all looks new," she was reaching out to pick up one of the bars of soap. Soap. She would have killed for it in the last go around.

"There isn't anybody here to buy from." And she imagined there wouldn't be. "It's kind of like... provisions." Lexie kept running into these thoughtful pausing moments, the sort she usually reserved for patients where she knew she had to be careful with what she said and how she said it. Yes, she was treating the detective with a bit of kid gloves.

"You know what I'm not seeing?" She asked, wandering to an adjacent aisle. "Food. There's nothing to eat."