After her hazy weeks adjusting to Hive City so many months ago, Bethany is accustomed to the constantly shifting tide. People come, people go, and there’s no sense trying to predicting the chaos that will occur as the scientists play with their lives.
There seems to have been a wave of newcomers recently; she’s developed an ability to spot that what the fuck is this look in the eyes of strangers, and Bethany’s done her best over the past few days to help those she could. Direct people to their homes, help them find the train station, take the worst off to Ceasefire for food or healing. Even in the city’s churning maelstrom, she’s managed to find a quiet routine for herself in lending aid when needed and returning to her cousin’s mansion and trying to pretend she isn’t lonely when not.
It doesn’t take even the smallest pinch of her instinct for new citizens to recognize that the woman she’s just happened upon on the street is most certainly one.
“Ma’am,” Bethany says with all the composed patience of someone who’s faced much worse tantrums than this, “why are you punching that vending machine?”
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