The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon
This had not been Sarah Kerrigan's week.
Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, the sleek metal bodysuit still in place, but there was water seeping down from her visor, and there were some very... telling... pieces of seaweed hanging from her gloves.
She was, obviously, disinclined to talk about it - so she removed her gloves, threw them down on a table (CLUNK), and ordered a large coffee with a side-order of sulk.
[ perk is open to your caffeinated/Kerriganated needs ]
Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, the sleek metal bodysuit still in place, but there was water seeping down from her visor, and there were some very... telling... pieces of seaweed hanging from her gloves.
She was, obviously, disinclined to talk about it - so she removed her gloves, threw them down on a table (CLUNK), and ordered a large coffee with a side-order of sulk.
[ perk is open to your caffeinated/Kerriganated needs ]