[That was a good way to think about it, honestly, and Althea sat back slightly to mull over this new consideration that... no one was expecting anything of her here. In more ways than one.
She was pulled from that train of thought quickly and glanced over at Midnight, nodding and offering a smile.]
Alright, thanks!
[Even without her abilities, her metabolism was still unfortunately fast, so any amount of sugar or carbs was usually something she had to go for. The pickings were slim though, as it seemed he had mostly alcohol and water, and for a moment she briefly considered the fact that she could probably get drunk here.
But that was a thought for a different time as the entire train derailed on unearthing something that immediately reminded her of a blood packet. For a long moment, she simply stared at it, brain stuck somewhere between assuming it had to be blood and assuming it had to be anything but blood. Slowly, mechanically, she reached for something that looked like soda and went back to her chair, lifting the pen to work.
Which is how Midnight would find her when he returned, pen raised, but nothing written, because what the fuck?]
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[That was a good way to think about it, honestly, and Althea sat back slightly to mull over this new consideration that... no one was expecting anything of her here. In more ways than one.
She was pulled from that train of thought quickly and glanced over at Midnight, nodding and offering a smile.]
Alright, thanks!
[Even without her abilities, her metabolism was still unfortunately fast, so any amount of sugar or carbs was usually something she had to go for. The pickings were slim though, as it seemed he had mostly alcohol and water, and for a moment she briefly considered the fact that she could probably get drunk here.
But that was a thought for a different time as the entire train derailed on unearthing something that immediately reminded her of a blood packet. For a long moment, she simply stared at it, brain stuck somewhere between assuming it had to be blood and assuming it had to be anything but blood. Slowly, mechanically, she reached for something that looked like soda and went back to her chair, lifting the pen to work.
Which is how Midnight would find her when he returned, pen raised, but nothing written, because what the fuck?]