[ she is missing the tools of her trade in here. with or without all the books that she can request from the library in her future, daisy misses the feeling of sweating bullets while trying to crack a tricky bit of code. it leaves her with nothing that she can fiddle with, and restlessness is not a good companion in this bloody place.

but the woman who makes herself comfortable in daisy's room might just be, electric as her presence feels. ]

I think they train their sense of humanity out in the second year at NYUMA.

[ she refers here, specifically, to the unfathomable arrogance of her fellow american physicists, down there debating what the best way to rip a person apart could be without their stomachs turning even for a second. ]

It's a pretty dress. [ with a crack of a smile, she takes the bottle and takes a long swing from it, trying to not focus on the fact that parisa's lips were on the bottle before her. a. she's not fifteen, and b. parisa can absolutely read her mind if she gets all dumb and fluttery. so she won't. ]

This is it, isn't it? The way our year here is going to be. Varona and Rhodes trying to outfuck each other in some vague, horny, academic rivalry. Tristan being one creepy fucker, and Nova - [ she shudders there, holding the bottle back out for parisa to take. ]

Why deign to visit me in the slums?