I need to find something to occupy all this free time with. There’s only so many times I can rewatch a tape with footage of working with Nate on the El Dorado exploration before I’m seriously only watching it to see him. That’s not stalker-like or anything, not at all. Sheesh.
And I’m going to be honest with myself here, what kind of job can I take up in this city anyway? All my education was on foreign languages, history and journalism. Unless they want to hire me on that ridiculous news channel I doubt I’ve got much skill to offer to anyone here for any business. I won’t be of much use in the hospital and it’s not like I’d be thrilled with being on the Watch either. I’ve been shot at enough already not that I seem to take the hint and mind my damn business.
I’ve been here a little while now and I seriously think I’m needing to beg the question: what is there to do around here when one isn’t getting shot at or fleeing from strange creatures? Or, you know, not munching on drug-laced candies?
Chloe, maybe we could do something together. It might get my mind off of certain…things.