@ruaniamh : It was late at night at Hereford. Most of the other operators were already fast asleep. There were always a few stragglers, of course. Whether it be insomnia, nightmares, losing track of time and forgetting to sleep, or a combination of the three. Spectre often fell into the ‘forget to sleep’ category. She was tinkering away in the workshop, working on.. Actually she really didn’t know what she was building yet, but she was into it. Everyone else had already finished up for the night, but she hadn’t noticed that she was the last one left, headphones blasting music that was entirely too loud into her ears and drowning out the rest of the world.
He had a habit of blending into the background, unnoticed and unbothered. Preferred people watching over mingling. Duty was duty, and then it was just him and his collective trail of ruminations. Glaz liked it when things were quiet ------ so quiet one might believe they were alone in the room. He watched her like he would anyone else, both avoidant and curious simultaneously. Rain pelted down from the night sky, dark clouds tearing open and bringing wrath with them. But they were safe inside ------ this was their reprieve, from both an onslaught of bullets or a barrage of rain. He tried hard to separate work from well-being.
Amongst the weather he could hear tinny white noise from ‘Spectre’s’ headphones, her obliviousness to the outside world was apparent not from the volume of whatever it was she’s listening to but the sharp concentration written all over her face. Glaz is aware he knows little about her, being the last to introduce himself. He always was last in that regard. Body slouched and half-dangling from a metal workbench he musters the energy to peel himself away, fitting a smartphone back into his pocket. He’s unsure how to approach ------ not wanting to give her a scare. He’ll stand in close, visible proximity and hope for the best.
‘ Hey, ’ Too soft. One step closer. ‘ Hey . . . ’