status: open to robin matthews @ren0wned. location: the hallowed grounds. time: mid morning.
the rest of her frankly unnecessary gear is being kept inside of the pool car, although dom has chosen to don her bunker pants for ease of access in case of an emergency. today, it's her job to play courier and pick up the orders placed by her shift buddies, along with her own meal of hot coffee and various pastries from the sweetest tooth, which so happens to be the next stop on her journey.
there's a pepped-up swagger to her gait when she pushes through the door and hears the bell above it chime, signalling her arrival. she always has an energetic hum in her veins when she's on shift, like she was built for the role. it shows in the warm smile on her face when she notices robin.
"y'alright, robin? everythin' ready?" low, heavily accented voice is bright and friendly as dom saunters to the counter and takes up a lean against it.
