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Karla...hasn't been out of the shelter much in the past few days.
Something's going on. She doesn't know what--doesn't care what so long as she can avoid getting involved--but there's been a general sense of increased edginess lately, a vibe that says it might be best to lay low for a while--along with the odd rumor that's probably exaggeration, but may have a few grains of truth.
And then there was the thing with Preston and Salla.
So now she's sitting cross-legged on the steps of the building--it's still a little too windy for hanging out outside to be much fun, but after several days of shelter-lurking, she likes being out in the relatively fresh air. Her lighter's in on hand, and every so often, she flicks it open and closed, on and off, restlessly, until she gets a dirty look from someone who's heading in or out and remembers the fire, stops for a while, and then starts flicking again.
She's thinking.
Something's going on. She doesn't know what--doesn't care what so long as she can avoid getting involved--but there's been a general sense of increased edginess lately, a vibe that says it might be best to lay low for a while--along with the odd rumor that's probably exaggeration, but may have a few grains of truth.
And then there was the thing with Preston and Salla.
So now she's sitting cross-legged on the steps of the building--it's still a little too windy for hanging out outside to be much fun, but after several days of shelter-lurking, she likes being out in the relatively fresh air. Her lighter's in on hand, and every so often, she flicks it open and closed, on and off, restlessly, until she gets a dirty look from someone who's heading in or out and remembers the fire, stops for a while, and then starts flicking again.
She's thinking.