we're always running scared but holding knives
"It's me. You can be in a meeting with me, if anyone else asks," Isla says with a gentle smile, stepping across the room to deposit down her bag and to set the towel and dry clothes next to Remi. She doesn't sit at first, returning to the console to close the blinds overhead and reposition the cameras - a regular habit at this point, because who the fuck is going to tell her she can't put herself in 'danger' if she wants to.
Once things are as private as they can be given the wendigo's circumstances, Isla does return to her usual seat in front of him, but this time, she reaches across to press a hand to his knee. "That woman is absolutely unhinged," she hisses, something dark in her eyes. "And I'm sorry for every second you had to spend with her. What do you need right now?"
Once things are as private as they can be given the wendigo's circumstances, Isla does return to her usual seat in front of him, but this time, she reaches across to press a hand to his knee. "That woman is absolutely unhinged," she hisses, something dark in her eyes. "And I'm sorry for every second you had to spend with her. What do you need right now?"
Isla
