She's glad, so glad that Security lets the silence exist between them, because it lets her gather the scraps of her dignity long enough to stitch together a sentence, syllables strung back together as long as she keeps breathing. Enough to make a coherent sentence, to convey what she needs to.
"Readiness for anything like this is an illusion. At least as far as I can guess."
Her voice is very, very quiet, and she knows her face is burning, having utterly lost the attempt at concealing it. Thankfully, there's an equal chance Security isn't looking.
"More often you would kind of...make it up as you go."
It's not the only one who's just trying and hoping for the best. Wondering why me, when there's many better, who might have a passing clue what they're doing. She just feels a great many things, and putting them into something to be spoken is a task that will take more time.
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Date: 2023-02-07 11:03 am (UTC)"Readiness for anything like this is an illusion. At least as far as I can guess."
Her voice is very, very quiet, and she knows her face is burning, having utterly lost the attempt at concealing it. Thankfully, there's an equal chance Security isn't looking.
"More often you would kind of...make it up as you go."
It's not the only one who's just trying and hoping for the best. Wondering why me, when there's many better, who might have a passing clue what they're doing. She just feels a great many things, and putting them into something to be spoken is a task that will take more time.