[o1]
[and as she has composed herself at least enough not to panic, Luka has found herself a nice, hot, cup of tea and is sitting in one of the cars (she's not sure which one), drinking her tea. nearby, a pad of paper and a pen rest, so that she may be able to take down notes on whatever situation she's gotten herself into; likely to combine into a report later on.]
Mm ...
[she makes a face, pauses for a moment in whatever thought she was thinking.]
... It needs more sugar.
[luckily, she'd also thought to bring a small container of sugar that she'd found with her, so it was as simple as reaching over and retrieving it. she adds her sugar, stirs, and sips her tea again.]
Much better.
Mm ...
[she makes a face, pauses for a moment in whatever thought she was thinking.]
... It needs more sugar.
[luckily, she'd also thought to bring a small container of sugar that she'd found with her, so it was as simple as reaching over and retrieving it. she adds her sugar, stirs, and sips her tea again.]
Much better.