Myra lowers her eyes, self consciously trying to fix her hair, her immediate deductions leading her to that conclusion.
"I should have taken a moment before I came over." She tucks a few hairs behind an ear and looks down at one of the piles of papers. "I just moved my apartment. I'm not technically running from The Bureau anymore, but they're...not entirely one of the good guys either, now." She pauses for a moment, before looking up and facing the kitchen. "I'll get the water started. I'll be right back to help."
The wheezing has her almost as concerned as the day The Shadow called her to the clinic. He's at least keeping to the apartment, to the best that she can tell, but she imagines that leaning over is to an extent, on a long list of things the clinic doctors would prefer he refrain from. Nothing would stop him though, so she headed for the kitchen.
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:40 am (UTC)"I should have taken a moment before I came over." She tucks a few hairs behind an ear and looks down at one of the piles of papers. "I just moved my apartment. I'm not technically running from The Bureau anymore, but they're...not entirely one of the good guys either, now." She pauses for a moment, before looking up and facing the kitchen. "I'll get the water started. I'll be right back to help."
The wheezing has her almost as concerned as the day The Shadow called her to the clinic. He's at least keeping to the apartment, to the best that she can tell, but she imagines that leaning over is to an extent, on a long list of things the clinic doctors would prefer he refrain from. Nothing would stop him though, so she headed for the kitchen.