Alaska: The other Hell
The house is overkill. The layout is elaborate and eccentric, and there's more of the little machines around. It's extraordinary that only one person lives here. Corrine holds back the question, 'Got enough space?'
Which, come to think of it, again, for the fifteenth time, she really didn't like getting yelled at. She tried to be nice at first. One snipe, and she's cornered?
Whatever. They haven't said anything to each other, but every once in a while they'll meet eyes and Amelia will smile, all Joker-ish and immature. Little snot.
And now it's time to talk to her. Keep it civil. Just tune anything not important out. "Did you see the thing throw the car, or was your first hint the impact? It doesn't seem that important but it'll tell us how much signature we may get off of it."
Which, come to think of it, again, for the fifteenth time, she really didn't like getting yelled at. She tried to be nice at first. One snipe, and she's cornered?
Whatever. They haven't said anything to each other, but every once in a while they'll meet eyes and Amelia will smile, all Joker-ish and immature. Little snot.
And now it's time to talk to her. Keep it civil. Just tune anything not important out. "Did you see the thing throw the car, or was your first hint the impact? It doesn't seem that important but it'll tell us how much signature we may get off of it."