we're always running scared but holding knives
The room, at least, isn't pepto-pink, but it has been repainted to the stark, stoic white during the time when Isla was away and Grimm was in charge. But it's clean and ready to cage the wendigo afresh, and the cameras are all squinting away happily regardless of whether there are interns spying through the two-way glass in the windows.
Remi is left alone, though for a good thirty to forty-five minutes, and when his door does beep to signal someone coming in, there are no guards accompanying Isla. She's still in charge of the project, constraints or no constraints, and she's absolutely determined to start back on the right foot. Which is why, when she does come into the room, she's holding a copy of The Wind in the Willows.
"Ronin said you were in the middle of this," she murmurs, offering a knowing sort of smile to Remi before moving to place the book on his desk. "Good morning, Remi." She doesn't say it's good to have you back, because it isn't, or how are you doing? because that's very unfair.
Instead, Isla goes to retrieve a small tray from outside the door with some bits and pieces of equipment on it, including a syringe.
Remi is left alone, though for a good thirty to forty-five minutes, and when his door does beep to signal someone coming in, there are no guards accompanying Isla. She's still in charge of the project, constraints or no constraints, and she's absolutely determined to start back on the right foot. Which is why, when she does come into the room, she's holding a copy of The Wind in the Willows.
"Ronin said you were in the middle of this," she murmurs, offering a knowing sort of smile to Remi before moving to place the book on his desk. "Good morning, Remi." She doesn't say it's good to have you back, because it isn't, or how are you doing? because that's very unfair.
Instead, Isla goes to retrieve a small tray from outside the door with some bits and pieces of equipment on it, including a syringe.
Isla
