smoke like halos
At some point since Sunday, it's occurred to Candice that maybe she should actually update relevant individuals on what's going on in her life (and there are so many things). She isn't sure whether John is in the States or not, but with the Nexus at hand, bothering with that isn't even necessary. Sure saves everyone a whole bunch on airfare that way, doesn't it? Not to mention she hasn't slept outside for months now.
Already, she's thinking of her next project, her next move...Martel isn't entirely encouraging of her tendency to quietly step in front of the nearest dangerous situation and wait for the ideal option to avail itself to her, but it is sort of what she does. And generally she endeavors to not be too flashy about it--except when she ends up setting barns on fire and exsanguinating strangers in the middle, which is another thing she ought to discuss with someone.
Maybe. There are more entertaining things to be mentioned first.
Consequently, she's outside Stigmata, curled up at a table, tapping a pencil on the top as she calls John. Hopefully she doesn't get his voicemail again.