8 | [ location: the jeffersonian institute ] / [ visual ]
The feed flickers to life as Brennan turns on the record function, giving Taxon a quick glimpse of her office couch that has clearly been slept on if the blanket and pillow combination is anything to go by, as well as a dog on the floor that's chewing halfheartedly on a toy. Brennan leans back a little as she straightens the tablet and regards the screen, her expression carefully neutral.
"For those of you who were acquainted with her and may not yet be aware of it... Angela Montenegro was sent back home yesterday."
Brennan looks like she's about to add something to this, but decides against it. Instead she presses her lips together into a tight line as if to keep from saying anything further and lowers her gaze, reaching out for the device and fumbling with it for a second before tossing it back on the coffee table in front of her. Brennan's attempt was to turn it off, but she doesn't quite manage it in her distracted state. Instead, the tablet keeps on recording, albeit now only showing a steady view of the ceiling. The audio is still clear as day, however.
The silence is punctuated only by the dog gnawing on her precious toy until Brennan speaks up a moment later.
"Looks like it's just you and me now, Tuesday."
There are no tears in her tone, but the words come out very softly and are followed by a forlorn sigh.
"For those of you who were acquainted with her and may not yet be aware of it... Angela Montenegro was sent back home yesterday."
Brennan looks like she's about to add something to this, but decides against it. Instead she presses her lips together into a tight line as if to keep from saying anything further and lowers her gaze, reaching out for the device and fumbling with it for a second before tossing it back on the coffee table in front of her. Brennan's attempt was to turn it off, but she doesn't quite manage it in her distracted state. Instead, the tablet keeps on recording, albeit now only showing a steady view of the ceiling. The audio is still clear as day, however.
The silence is punctuated only by the dog gnawing on her precious toy until Brennan speaks up a moment later.
"Looks like it's just you and me now, Tuesday."
There are no tears in her tone, but the words come out very softly and are followed by a forlorn sigh.