where: the bunker with: @murdcrofcrows (dixie)
"the damn phone just keeps disconnecting. have you had any luck? i just want to check on angel. mostly for us and partly so darcy'll stop pacing a hole in the floor since he already tossed his phone against the wall when it wouldn't connect." her eyes are following his path, back and forth, left and right. every once in a while, he'll reach up and run fingers through that stark white hair, mussing it further when it's already practically standing on end.
dizzy has taken what she thinks might be a total shutdown approach to this entire situation. mostly for her own sanity. partly because she would rather be a support beam than a crumbling wall. it's the only way she can really see herself getting through however long they'll be stuck in here without losing her own god damned mind in the process.
"you alright? do you need anything? snack? blanket? i have a flask of whiskey but i'm trying to conserve because i dunno if there's any other booze in this place."