Character(s): Sierra, whoever shows up
Content: Sierra ponders her place
Setting: Outside the bunker: Military Base
Warnings: slight melancholy
One up the ladder, Sierra just stood, slightly tense, half expecting one of the ducklings to miss the part about her wanting to be alone and follow her anyway. Perhaps self-centered and paranoid, but she really did wish she had a slightly less public place to work. Even if they were quiet, people loitering about changed the energy in a room. Sometimes it wasn't a problem, especially if they all had their own things to work on.
But sometimes it was. And it was almost enough to make her want to cry for frustration. She wanted to be inside, working on Hover, not standing out in the chilly red light just because it was one of the few places she didn't think she would be followed.
With a sigh, she moved away from the ladder and sat on the edge of the roof, her boots hanging over the edge.