Walking home was a bad idea. Carla Jean recognizes that now, with the sun gone down and the streets mostly quiet, and while it's always true that hindsight is twenty-twenty, in the moment, she hates herself a little for it. She's usually more careful than this, especially since she found out about what happened when her husband was here, knowing full well that she's possibly less safe on the island or in London or whatever this is than she was back home, and she wound up dead there. To be out here alone now, it's just an invitation for trouble, and she should know better when this is the last chance she's got.
More than that, though, she hates that she has to be afraid at all, that her life got upended so fully that it's practically become part of her state of being now, the need to look back over her shoulder and make sure there's no one waiting for her in a shadow. A lot of the time, she can manage, but on a night like this, it's impossible.
She pulls her coat a little tighter around her and wishes to God (not for the first time) that she were armed. At least then she'd have some measure of security, something to provide reassurance, especially when she spots a figure up ahead. "Hello?" she calls, peering through the darkness to try to make out a face, unspeakably relieved when she realizes it's someone she's met, though it doesn't last long. Erik was kind to her when she arrived and needed it most, one of few people she might find it in her to trust, but the way he looks sets her worried for an entirely different reason, frowning as she makes her way to him. "Good Lord, what happened? Are you alright?"
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More than that, though, she hates that she has to be afraid at all, that her life got upended so fully that it's practically become part of her state of being now, the need to look back over her shoulder and make sure there's no one waiting for her in a shadow. A lot of the time, she can manage, but on a night like this, it's impossible.
She pulls her coat a little tighter around her and wishes to God (not for the first time) that she were armed. At least then she'd have some measure of security, something to provide reassurance, especially when she spots a figure up ahead. "Hello?" she calls, peering through the darkness to try to make out a face, unspeakably relieved when she realizes it's someone she's met, though it doesn't last long. Erik was kind to her when she arrived and needed it most, one of few people she might find it in her to trust, but the way he looks sets her worried for an entirely different reason, frowning as she makes her way to him. "Good Lord, what happened? Are you alright?"