Most of the team preferred not to remain in contact with one another. That was fair -- it wasn't as if Misty had many close friends out there herself.
But she had a lingering sense of responsibility to be the one to fix things, to clean up the messes and little nicks and scrapes that could arise whenever someone came picking at the metaphorical scabs around their shared secret. And there were a few Yellowjackets that the blonde would go above and beyond for, but their numbers were few and far between (duty and guilt could compel the hell out of someone).
Audrey's discomfort wasn't unexpected or unfair. But she was in safe hands with Misty -- when wasn't she? But the entire situation, with the reporter and the blackmail, was enough to put anyone on edge if they weren't prepared. The nurse, however, took it as a challenge.
"Yes, of course. Please, put your bag anywhere you'd like -- maybe the kitchen table? Caligula won't touch it, he's going back in his cage anyhow," she said, waving the woman in. Misty found her African Grey clutching the back of a wooden chair, and she scooped him up gently. "It's bedtime for birdie. But first, say good night to our guest."
The bird clicked its beak and turned his attention to the blonde. "Mommy, bed time," he cawed before fixing a beady eye on Audrey. "Good night. Bed time."
Misty smiled proudly before carrying the bird to his cage, talking over her shoulder to the other woman. "Well, that's as promising as it is frustrating. She had no bylines that I could find online either. So I think it's safe to say she's not exactly in the publishing industry." Once she'd covered up Caligula's cage for the night, she brushed her hands off on her pants and returned to the table, a pleasant smile creasing her features.
"So you haven't... heard from anyone else on the team lately? I mean, it's not as if we all have one big, happy group chat, but this Roberts woman has definitely kicked the nest, so to speak."
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