[Jill] when you're such a pretty mess

[zerosuitjill]

[Cold weather? What cold weather? The athletic ignore this.

Jill's made her fourth jogging lap around the outskirts of this place when she stops to break, resting against the back of a bench. She's panting slightly and her hairline's damp despite the low temperature, but she looks to be in good state and spirit--the former partially because she

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[albert__wesker]

[Jill is not the only one who gets restless being kept to confined spaces for too long. Snow surely wouldn't have stopped Wesker, but he'd had things to do. Worlds to envision. Viruses to tamper with and people to expliot.

The wonders of technology. Smart phones really did do everything, didn't they?

But still, a man needs to stretch his legs. Staring at the same four walls had left Wesker feeling a little hostile and he'd thought that some fresh air might work the itch out of his bones. Coming across Jill, however... well. She might be a much better post to sharpen his claws on.]

Jill. Small world.

[It wasn't, really.]

[zerosuitjill]

[One day, she'll see him coming before he speaks up. Sadly, today is not it.

Instinct has her upright and whirling in his direction, already reaching for the gun strapped to her side beneath her jacket--and then she stops, blinks, and seems to start as it registers just who it is. Her poise wavers, fades--and while she doesn't relax, her hackles obviously recede. But she's still tense, still standing, even if she looks away from him nearly as quickly as she turned to him.

Overall, a very not-Jill reaction, all things considered.]

[albert__wesker]

[And it receives a raised eyebrow. Oh? She's not going to try to shoot him? He's vaguely offended.] Do you sleep with that? I can't imagine it's very comfortable. [He seats himself on the bench, crossing his legs at the knee.]

[zerosuitjill]

[The only movement she makes is a step back when that distance between them threatens to shrink, and then she pauses. He's obviously not in a terrible mood, and pride and default anger are mixing with caution; it takes more than Jill's irritation to get to him, so the reflex urge to snap finally wins--even if it's calmer and quieter than usual.] I only have one reason to carry it around here.

[Still not looking directly at him, though.]