It's just part of the ship...but Duke used to run it.
[Her voice is still wet with tears, but as she focuses on moving...the act of moving to the fridge under the counter, pulling out a cold longneck, finding the bottle opener...the tears stand unshed in her eyes now, only occasionally spilling free to be furiously wiped away with the back of her hand.]
Duke Crocker, he, uhm...he used to be a warden here. He was gone before you got here. [Unable to find the bottle opener and swallowing an irrational surge of frustration that would only lead to more tears, she finally extends her claws, punctures the cap, and pops it off before she slides the bottle over to him.]
He used to run a bar and grill back home, though, so he took operating this place seriously. I took over for him to make sure it was...taken care of.
[For a second, she just stands there, then finally folds her arms along the edge of the bar and leans against it across from Cold.]
I--since he left, I--[She cuts herself off as she feels the promise of tears again.
Hurts. Alone.
Thread the needle. Stick to the plan. You need a plan.
Taking a deep breath as she lets her gaze drop for a moment, she waits until she's steady again before she regards Cold anew.]
[Spam - Isaac's Abandoned Cabin]
[Her voice is still wet with tears, but as she focuses on moving...the act of moving to the fridge under the counter, pulling out a cold longneck, finding the bottle opener...the tears stand unshed in her eyes now, only occasionally spilling free to be furiously wiped away with the back of her hand.]
Duke Crocker, he, uhm...he used to be a warden here. He was gone before you got here. [Unable to find the bottle opener and swallowing an irrational surge of frustration that would only lead to more tears, she finally extends her claws, punctures the cap, and pops it off before she slides the bottle over to him.]
He used to run a bar and grill back home, though, so he took operating this place seriously. I took over for him to make sure it was...taken care of.
[For a second, she just stands there, then finally folds her arms along the edge of the bar and leans against it across from Cold.]
I--since he left, I--[She cuts herself off as she feels the promise of tears again.
Hurts. Alone.
Thread the needle. Stick to the plan. You need a plan.
Taking a deep breath as she lets her gaze drop for a moment, she waits until she's steady again before she regards Cold anew.]
Did you leave anyone behind at home?