Sitting – even just by leaning against the table – proves to have been a bad idea. As soon as she's mostly off her feet, exhaustion sets in, the kind that this second cup of coffee can barely even dent. She shouldn't be drinking it anyway; she's just going to wind up jittery and tired, a bad combination.
Although...maybe that's okay, here. She's staying here, she reminds herself. For a little while, at least. And here, nobody is chasing her, nobody is trying to put her in jail, nobody is going to be coming after her with guns and handcuffs. She doesn't have to worry about standing in front of windows or telling people her name. She doesn't have to move on in the next couple of days because staying static means getting caught.
So what if she's not at the top of her game tonight?
She's holding the coffee that she's forgotten to sip from for the last few minutes, nodding without understanding as Shuri talks, when the door opens and Bucky comes back out. She pushes back up to standing and puts the mug down. "Good chat?"
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Although...maybe that's okay, here. She's staying here, she reminds herself. For a little while, at least. And here, nobody is chasing her, nobody is trying to put her in jail, nobody is going to be coming after her with guns and handcuffs. She doesn't have to worry about standing in front of windows or telling people her name. She doesn't have to move on in the next couple of days because staying static means getting caught.
So what if she's not at the top of her game tonight?
She's holding the coffee that she's forgotten to sip from for the last few minutes, nodding without understanding as Shuri talks, when the door opens and Bucky comes back out. She pushes back up to standing and puts the mug down. "Good chat?"