[The kitchen is probably where most people run into each other accidentally more often than anywhere else. Considering Caroline doesn't have to come here super often, she doesn't do a whole lot of that.
Especially since she tries to come here when no one is around.
But she was down to her last blood bag, so here she was. Wonderland couldn't make it easy and let her just pull them out of the closet in her room; she has to come down here to grab them.
She pulls her backpack off, laying on the counter and unzipping it.]
Yeah, you too.
[She avoids his gaze for a moment as she reaches into the cabinet, retrieving a few of the very medical looking pouches, each filled with crimson and their own personal straw attached.
It's not supposed to be a straw, but the tube sure doubles as one.]
Pretty good. You know, as good as Wonderland lets us be, right? [She finally meets his eyes to gauge his reaction as she puts another bag into her backpack.] How are you?
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Especially since she tries to come here when no one is around.
But she was down to her last blood bag, so here she was. Wonderland couldn't make it easy and let her just pull them out of the closet in her room; she has to come down here to grab them.
She pulls her backpack off, laying on the counter and unzipping it.]
Yeah, you too.
[She avoids his gaze for a moment as she reaches into the cabinet, retrieving a few of the very medical looking pouches, each filled with crimson and their own personal straw attached.
It's not supposed to be a straw, but the tube sure doubles as one.]
Pretty good. You know, as good as Wonderland lets us be, right? [She finally meets his eyes to gauge his reaction as she puts another bag into her backpack.] How are you?