starter for @m0naghan / death stranding au.
THE CHOICE TO WATCH over Higgs was not her own. She was a porter after all, a career path she had chosen because of the anxiety that people brought out within her. It was a path where she got to help people but remain at a distance, not having to make eye contact, nor having to embarrass herself with the way she stuttered.
However, as a fellow DOOMS sufferer, and someone that was basically invisible to BTs, it seemed she was the best choice they had at the moment - despite all the precautions that were already in place, people seemed to be extra paranoid when it came to this particular prisoner. With good reason, of course. Grace had heard of the things he had done. Had looked into his files, always enjoying research and a project. But she did think this was rather over kill - perhaps they just used everything else as an excuse. Perhaps really it was her timid nature that made them think she wouldn't connect with the prisoner and simply do her job.
Unfortunately, there was only so much silence a person could take between two people. Especially when it was someone she was seeing several times a day, every day to deliver food and necessities. It had been a few weeks of absolute, deafening silence, but Grace figured at this point a few words here and there surely couldn't hurt - and he had no choice but to sit there and listen to her prattling after all. It would be good practice on her end to keeping her voice steady. She had been saying ' hi ' and ' h-here you go ' of course. She didn't want to be rude, but she wanted to aim higher.
So when it came time to deliver the next meal to Higgs - Grace steeled herself, plan in mind and put the food down next to him, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“ H-Hi! Um… The kitchen f-finally got some eggs in, d-do you like eggs? ”
