Uzi, someone came by, and she said she knew you. I think she was a zombie, or something? Also, she broke down our front door.
That's a fun conversation to have with your roommate. So Uzi had to explain that she shouldn't talk to that zombie ever again, and now she needs a Cyn-proof door. And even though she's got baggage about it, she knows doors; something sturdy, something with strong locks, something with a little slot where she can stick her railgun out of if she needs to. As she kneels in the snow, toolbox at her side and door propped up against the frame, she grumbles at the inconvenience of it all. "Frickin'... Just jumpscaring my house, talk about a downgrade... Used to eat planets, now just trying to scare teenagers..."
The sound of metal against the concrete sidewalk reaches her audio receptors, and she perks up, because it's a sound she's come to know well. Those metal pegs have a very distinctive striking sound, so she'd know those narrow footsteps anywhere.
"Great timing, V," says says, only half-turning to look. "Can you hold this for me? Gotta get the bolts in, don't really know anyone else strong enough to- Oh, for frick's-"
That's not V. That's a different letter. And not even a good letter.
"No. No! I'm not doing this right now. We're not doing this." She half-heartedly gathers a handful of snow and tosses it in J's direction, not having the energy to even give her a full glare. "I don't wanna hear your... your frickin' business jargon or whatever. I have to fix something that's indirectly- No, you know what, I'm gonna blame you for this! This is your fault!"
Who cares what the truth is? J's here and she's a way easier target than Cyn is.
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