If X were anyone else (not one of the Birds), maybe she'd be surprised.
But she isn't.
"Understood."
Again, she says it quietly. Then she makes her way down the stairs and out onto the street. Her path to the docks is just slightly meandering, a little like someone who is out of their comfort zone and not entirely sure of their destination.
Next time she'll even have a piece of paper for verisimilitude.
Though her pace does pick up once she hits Grand Street. And a few minutes after that --
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Date: 2011-02-07 03:48 am (UTC)But she isn't.
"Understood."
Again, she says it quietly. Then she makes her way down the stairs and out onto the street. Her path to the docks is just slightly meandering, a little like someone who is out of their comfort zone and not entirely sure of their destination.
Next time she'll even have a piece of paper for verisimilitude.
Though her pace does pick up once she hits Grand Street. And a few minutes after that --
"Here."