claire dearing is an olympic sprinter (heels) wrote in witchinghour,
The streets Evie was from were of a different time period entirely, and thus it wasn't a fair comparison - but Evie had also never faced gigantic, man-eating extinct dinosaurs head on, so until she did, she could lower her judging eyebrow and shut her trap. "I'll let you know, but just go," Claire insisted. "I'll follow."
She took off with the other woman, true to her word, and she forced herself to keep up. It would be fine, she repeated to herself. It would be fine, a mantra when it seemed like the world was falling apart - and it kept her leveheaded. This wasn't the most dire situation, more like a test of patience, but it was still not how she expected to spend her day.
But accommodation was necessary. "I'm on the second floor," she added. "My office has access to the city's surveillance programs on my computer. I'm hoping this, ah...infestation won't last."