where: the bunker with: @insainted (feary)
she can't really stand being cooped up. there's something in there about being a caged bird, some metaphorical bullshit that probably sounds real pretty comin' out of a mouth that isn't hers. she hasn't decided yet if she can even think of the words, let alone feed them to someone who might say 'em pretty. but she's sick of watching people pace and fret and worry, and she's sick of sitting and doing nothing. the fact that feary is here is tense, she can feel the tension in the room, bleeding out of people that definitely don't want to be anywhere near him, but dizzy has never been afraid of feary, not really.
so she walks past a group huddled together to sit next to him.
the flask in her pocket is gonna be empty by the end of the night, but she pulls it out and takes a little nip from it before she offers it out to him with a soft grunt of noise. for a moment, she doesn't really say anything at all, and then she finds words. "how long you think we'll be here? should we organize some light entertainment? we are in the business. and i don't think i can sit here and listen to people freaking out for much longer before i walk out of here and feed myself to whatever wild animal is apparently roaming."