[Both of them are rigid as a board, something strange inexplicably tightening in her chest when she sees him, something that burns and is soothed at once. Evelyn's hands, wringing each other and parting as soon as the door opens, settle at her sides as she nods appreciatively before entering.]
Just a few hours,
[comes the explanation with an apologetic smile, an acknowledgement of what happened the last time they met like this.
She stands just beyond the door in his room, oddly discomfited by the stillness.]
action;
Just a few hours,
[comes the explanation with an apologetic smile, an acknowledgement of what happened the last time they met like this.
She stands just beyond the door in his room, oddly discomfited by the stillness.]
...where's Faraday?