A reach intended to steady the other female had backfired tremendously with an outburst having her reel back. And tempted to grumble as any aggravated rushing passer-by who would be late for an engagement of some sort for stopping by. But, no, everyone seemed to be out of sorts, from what she’d seen. And felt herself.
The face did look familiar though. Strangely.
“Guess so…” she murmured, with a distinct lack of concern or empathy. Between the volume of similar events she’d been through or the return to a time when she’d not care to feel or sympathize, but close herself off, there was little to offer an alarmed stranger.
“Could be worse, at least they’re not plunging us into some end of the world kind of shtick. It’ll all go back to business as usual in a matter of days, or a week to two”.
-> “It’s...it’s temporary?”
Morgan groans at the mere thought of having to deal with this for potentially weeks at a time. That listless apathy from before keeps coming back, and when it does, it threatens to stay longer and longer each time. She’s all kinds of muddled at the present, and it seems her wyvern is too, hissing softly upon her shoulder.
She gives you this strange look and tries to laugh.
“You seem way too calm considering how this whole city has gone absolutely nuts!”
As if on cue, there’s the sound of screeching tires followed by a crash about a block over...and that same sound keeps repeating in precise intervals every few seconds, in tandem with the rewinding citizens.
