Alex Fisher
The war was indeed starting to heat up,
unbenounced to the city at large the war between the factions of
vampires was taking on new and devastating levels of violence and
mayhem. In darkened allies and empty warehouses battles are fought,
soldiers are lost and hero's are forged. But not all fights can escape
the attention of human populace, and not all of it can be cleaned up
before the human authorities arrive.
A small pawn shop is the
sight of the latest action, Farrells Pawn and Trade is a shambles of
what it once was, The glass of the window's is shattered, sprayed about
the street like so much confetti and even the iron bars that guarded
them are warped and severed curling outward from the window as if some
great heat or force had driven them into such a position.
Those
few mortals unlucky enough to present at the time are, to say it
politely, wounded, from the force of the concussion to the shrapnel like
glass fragments many bystanders are hurt, laying about the street after
what one 911 caller called 'a fireless explosion' rocked the pawn
shop.
So naturally, Alex and her crew are called, so naturally a
woman like Molly Toombs would be nearby, because that was Molly's lot in
life. Lights flash and siren's fade as Alex's fire engine pulls up on
the scene and she and the rest of her crew disembark quickly.
Firefighters always were the first on the scene after all.
Alex
for her part is hard to make out, she looks to be about 5'9 though her
weight is impossible to tell. Her stature makes her out to more woman
then man, and the voice that calls out after receiving orders is most
assuredly female. While others begin seeing to hoses and pumps, Alex is
hoofing it to the front of the store where several people still lay
prone, glass easily visible protruding unpleasantly from their bodies as
they groan in pain.
Molly Toombs
[Stamina: Soak Explosion Damage, 4 Bashing?]
Dice: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 9, 10) ( success x 2 )
Molly Toombs
[Dexterity 3 + Medicine 3: First Aid, spending WP because these are lives.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (3, 3, 5, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 4 ) [WP]
Molly Toombs
Molly
had been out for a store that was specific to the area when the
explosion caught her sideways. She had her puppy with her, having
decided to bring the dog out and stretch its little legs. The poor
thing had yelped and dropped to the ground and Molly had stumbled and
caught herself on a power post, but did not fall herself. She felt
battered, her ears rang and her head pounded, but she was fine overall.
No cuts from glass, no concussion or burst eardrums, she wasn't that
near.
Others had been, though. Several others.
Molly, of course, set straight to work.
This
would be how she's found when the responders rolled onto the scene:
Molly, crouched down beside a man in his late thirties with a beard and
very plain clothes. He was bleeding from his ears, and Molly was
quietly and calmly speaking with him, explaining what he should do to
keep most relaxed, what he should avoid doing, calming him in general.
She'd already mended up a teenage girl that was sitting nearby, firmly
holding the overshirt that Molly had removed and provided for her to use
as a compressor to a laceration on her chest-- it was deep but
superficially so, it bled but hadn't cut into any major arteries or
veins.
It was cold and raining, and thunder had been rumbling
earlier that night, and Molly was soaked to the bone but she was a curvy
woman, padded and warm-blooded to begin with. She was wearing a light
jacket on over her camisole and a pair of jeans and nice brown boots,
but she wasn't worried about mucking them up-- she was on her knees on a
Colfax sidewalk to tend to these people.
And she was doing a damn fine job, too.
The puppy, all the meanwhile, was hovering close, looking shaken and whimpering occasionally.
Alex Fisher
Molly
would find her work interrupted as Alex rolled up beside her and
dropped a first responders kit next to the man and the woman who was at
work. Firm blue eyes took in Molly's form for a moment, assessing her
demeanour, her confidence and more importantly her skill. Because Alex
herself was well trained in the art of first aid, much as her team mates
were. But she'd taken the time to do the extra courses, on her own time
and so she had obtained that special status as a firefighter/medic.
"Are
you trained?" She asked abruptly looking Molly dead in eye. It was
obvious what she was doing. There had to be a certain level of trust in
these moments, and though civilians could in a pinch be trusted to help,
a professional always preferred the company of professionals. So that
firm voice from full lips was giving Molly a brief window to prove her
capability, to prove the necessary trust, or be ushered beyond the
cordon's being quickly erected and thanked for her aid.
It wasn't
personal of course...there were lives at stake, and time was not a
commodity some of these people had. Of course Alex had taken a pen light
from her kit and briefly checked the man for signs, shining it briefly
in his eyes before looking over the rest of his body.
"Sir please
continue to do what the nice lady said, stay relaxed, stay still, and we
will make sure nothing is wrong. Do not, and that is your own damn
fault." Bed side manner....well she seemed to be lacking in that one.
Alex Fisher
[Per+Aware]
Dice: 4 d10 TN9 (1, 2, 7, 10) ( success x 1 )
Molly Toombs
[Retroactive Roll -- Perception 3 + Awareness 1: Explosion without flame?]
Dice: 4 d10 TN7 (1, 3, 3, 9) ( success x 1 )
Molly Toombs
She
wasn't oblivious to the responders arriving on the scene-- heavy
vehicles and flashing lights and sirens are impossible to miss. So, she
wasn't surprised when a firefighter came to kneel next to her and take
over in assessing the man, determining his needs. Molly was moderately
surprised to find that the firefighter was a woman-- not unheard of but
less common than men.
When asked if she was a professional, Molly
responded with a nod of her head and in a voice that didn't waver:
"Yes. I'm a trauma nurse at St. Luke's. I work the emergency room."
So, she was the best thing that they could hope for, probably moreso
than an EMT. Her training was far more extensive, her understanding of
anatomy and medicine as a whole deeper and more complete.
Alex
spoke to the man, advised him to listen to Molly or don't and understand
what it is to suffer your injuries. Molly watched the firefighter with
eyes a clear and similar blue, and a small hint of a grin tweaked the
corners of her mouth. She liked the straightforward approach.
"He
burst his eardrum, probably. The other right one is probably just
bruised. This one--" and she gestured back to the teenager, who was
dressed in shorts and sneakers and a giant hoodie that was unzipped
enough for her to press Molly's light blue overshirt into her chest.
"--is going to need stitches, maybe blood."
Molly kept glancing
toward the abandoned pawn shop, though. She'd sensed something off
about the explosion-- the quality of headache it gave her and the
discomfort in her bones, to the throb in her skin and her head alike.
It didn't feel like the kind of thing that would come from a gas
explosion. It was more akin to a sonic boom, she thought, but with a
wrongness to it. Kind of like what she'd felt when she discovered a
bunch of vampires fighting in a backyard.
She wanted to go check it out, but not just yet. She knew priorities.
Alex Fisher
Molly
give's her answer, and that hand which had briefly strayed to the mic
at her shoulder suddenly grabbed it up and gave it a squeeze before she
reported into the mic. "We have a emergency room nurse on scene, she is
assisting with triage, instruct EMT's that we have four wounded, nothing
immediately life threatening." The Mic is let go and the firefighter
pulled a glove off to quickly click her fingers on one side of the man's
head before moving to the next, watching for reactions.
"Yep
looks like overpressure." She said as she quickly turned her gaze and
looked at the young woman's bandages before nodding. "EMT's will see to
her when they arrive." She looked at young woman briefly and said.
"You
are gonna have one bad ass motherfuckin story to tell your girlfriends
in the morning, just keep pressure on the wound, and you might even get a
badass scar to prove it." She said before looking back to Molly and
paused only briefly to purse her lips before saying.
"I'm Alex,
gimme your name as we see to the two right by the door." She said as she
hefted up the first responder kit like it was nothing and started
forward." She sniffed the air briefly. "No gas, no char marks on the
building, no smoke...what the fuck blew out a set of bar's like that
without some serious explosive power?" She asked, maybe to Molly maybe
to simply herself, of course given what had happened downtown not to
long ago, everyone thought 'bomb' at this point.
Those blue eyes
turn back towards Molly then as Alex asks. "Did you see what happened?"
She says as she drops the bag again and kneel's next to the first
wounded.
Molly Toombs
Understanding what Good
Samaritan obligations are, Molly looped up the leash for the lanky lopey
little brown pup in her hand, murmured a: "Come on, Flo," and followed
along after Alex as they made their way to the next two that needed
tending.
"I'm Molly," was the name she offered. The woman looked
like a Molly-- probably Irish, with her curvy stout build and freckled
face and bold red hair. The skin behind those freckles was healthy,
pale but flushed pink at the cheeks and nose for the cold and adrenaline
both.
She said nothing while the firefighter observed that this
certainly wasn't a gas explosion. Molly wasn't going to lie and try and
convince her otherwise, a firefighter knew a thing or two about fire
and gas explosions, after all. So, instead, Molly knelt down by the
next person that needed tending-- this one had fallen and sprained their
wrist and bumped their head. They were more worried about their wrist
than they were about the bruise and goose-egg forming on their forehead.
Asked
if she'd seen what happened, Molly finally spoke back up, but only with
a flicker of eyes to Alex to briefly gauge the expression on the
woman's face before she looked back down to the wrist, gently taking it
up in her hands to examine. "Yes and no. I was nearby and heard the
explosion, got kind of rocked by it too. I don't really know what it
was-- it seemed almost like a small sonic boom."
Alex Fisher
"Ok
say that again, cause I don't know of anything that will fit inside a
shit shop like this and cause a boom like that." Alex was disbelieving
as she knelt next to the other individual, who was, to be hones the
worst of the bunch, a younger man with glass pushing out of her arms and
face, he took the worst of it by far.
"Ok the glass seems to
have reduced the bleeding fairly well." She checked his vitals then,
quickly, authoritatively and nodded. "Non responsive but his vitals are
good, probably just knocked him out." She quickly checked his wrists
for..well something and then pulled a small ampule of painkillers and
jabbed him in the thigh with it.
"Help me with some padding on
these puncture wounds." She says and gets to work, with the two of them
it only takes a few moments, and its when they were finishing up that
Alex noted something out of the corner of her eye, inside the building.
"Fucking
shit there's someone inside." She said as she was on her feet and
wrenching the door open. She seemed to pause just in the doorway, and
Molly could clearly see see her hand rise to her face before she
brought up her other hand to her mic. "Dispatch we need a coroner and
the police here, shit just got messed up."
If Molly dared to look
in then, she'd see...well...a person, or at least the collective parts
of a person strewn about the inside of the shop, blood and guts strewn
across the floor.
"Carter push that Cordon back another ten feet."
She called out and looked at Molly. "This just became a crime scene
Molly." The words implied what was coming next.
Molly Toombs
A
frown creased on the nurse's freckled face, and she told the
gray-haired woman that she probably sprained, maybe fractured her
wrist. She should stay put until an EMT could take her on an ambulance
to treat her on the scene. With that said, she moved to help with the
unconscious man with the lacerations. Molly's fingers were deft and
sure and firm when she worked on applying pressure to the punctures as
instructed by the firefighter.
"Look, I didn't say I know what
happened for sure. I'm just saying that's the closest thing I can
compare it to. I have no idea what actually happened, it was inside the
building, so I didn't see anything. That's the weird part, though-- no
fire."
Then, Alex noticed something happening behind Molly's
shoulder. Perhaps a glimpse of a limb or a colored flash of clothing in
the shadows. She stood and moved to investigate, and Molly seized the
opportunity to follow and see what happened inside.
Instantly, she regretted it.
Molly
was a trauma nurse. She's seen some terrible things come through the
emergency room, one of the worst being a man whose arm had gotten caught
in the gears of heavy machinery. She didn't describe in words what it
looked like and had no plans to ever do so. But, she's also seen a room
splashed in blood and decorated with gruesome ornaments fashioned from
the skin and bone of human bodies. Molly has seen horrible things.
Still,
her stomach turned a little to see the gore strewn and the pink drained
away from her face leaving a pale hue in its wake. This wasn't
something natural, she knew that now. This would be blamed on a maniac,
someone sick in the mind, but Molly knew the invisible explosion of
force that lingered in her bones wasn't unconnected. She'd need to make
a phone call when this night was done, but for now she met eyes, blue
to blue, with Alex.
"Good thing I'm used to not sleeping."
Alex Fisher
Neither of the women standing in the pawn
shop looked at all like their healthiest as they surveyed the gore
which lay within. Both had gone a shade paler, their blood draining from
their features. But both women were tougher then most, Molly had seen
her share in the ER, and Alex, well it was a sad reality that Alex
likely knew more about the smell of burnt human flesh and the sight of
charred bodies then she cared to recall.
"Good thing my liquor
cabinet is fully to the fucking tits." She responded in kind as she met
Molly's gaze holding it for a moment as if it were a stabilizing act. It
seemed to bring some of the colour back to her cheeks and she took a
few quick breaths with her hand still over her mouth.
"Nothing we
can do for this poor bastard..at least I think its a bastard." She said
as she started, dared to move into the rest of the shop. "Might be
someone else inside, gotta make sure theres no immediate danger to
anyone else." She said grimly as she looked back at Molly. "You CAN wait
outside if you want, I sure as fuck wouldn't blame you." She said as
she started to move carefully behind the counter, searching for signs of
danger, she also hoped that this..person was the only one in the shop.
Molly Toombs
Alex
Fisher had a filthy mouth, but a lot of people working the realm of
public safety and care wound up that way if the didn't start out so in
the first place. Molly didn't seem bothered by it, though. If anything
it was almost endearing. Or, perhaps Molly could consider it as such
were they not in the situation they were in currently. All she
processed now was that she didn't care about the language so much as
what it was in response to.
There was a moment where Alex had
looked Molly in the eye like that human contact could help her reel it
back in. Molly, not blind to the condition of those around her, reached
out and clapped a hand on the firewoman's shoulder. The gesture said
'yes, let this be bracing'.
But then they moved on. There might
be more inside, and Molly realized with a quiet 'shit' under her breath
that she was right. Alex moved inside and indicated that Molly could
hang back, but the phrasing used had the water-soaked woman with the
puppy leash in her hand look some blend of bewildered to exasperated,
but not upset or angry for it. The moment passed, and the red-haired
woman who was soaked through her clothes and hair by being out in the
rain leaned down to scoop up the puppy and carry it near her chest.
"Yeah, but I'd feel like a pretty big wuss if I just sat it out now."
And in after the firefighter she followed.
Alex Fisher
"Yeaah
aint that the way of it." Alex watched as Molly decided to come along,
dog and all, and she offered the woman a congenial smirk as she started
to look around the cabinets, avoiding what gore had managed to splash
past the glass lined displays with careful and well planned steps. She
touched nothing, even though she wore gloves. It was obvious this was a
crime scene after all, and the forensics team didn't need their grubby
mitts messing up evidence.
"Well check the back real quick, and
then get the fuck out. If we don't the cops will have our asses in a
sling." She said looking down at the dog. "Might wanna pick the dog up.
Last thing you want is her trailing guts and glass around in her paws."
She offers as she starts to check the back rooms.
"Emergencies
Services! Is anyone back here?" She calls, but there is no sign, no
sound save for the noise from out front. They make their way back, and
in the end, all they find is a door ripped from its hinges that lead out
the back door and after quickly looking through it, and spying nothing
Alex shook her head.
"What the fuck is this shit..." She said turning back to Molly then. "None of this makes any sense."
Molly Toombs
[Intelligence 3 + Investigation 1: Let's see if we can puzzle this out a little]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 9) ( success x 1 )
Molly Toombs
The
pup went up, the nurse nodded, and the two women made their way further
into the pawn shop. The place was full of cabinets and glass and
shelves, of course, as well as the merchandise that was on display
there. Blood clung and dripped and splashed on surfaces from whatever
it was that happened to this man, and Molly was looking the situation
over much like the firefighter was.
Perhaps Alex was more focused on finding other people (bodies).
Molly, though, was focused on the questions unanswered.
She
kept quiet, simply nodding when Alex laid out the game plan. Molly was
only here because she was on the scene and knew how to keep people
alive-- she wasn't on the job, she wasn't an emergency responder. She
belonged in a hospital where things were clean and there were doctors
and all of the instruments in the world. Not climbing through buildings
and pulling people from the shadows and hazards that tried to consume
them. She was perfectly fine with letting someone who had that
particular brand of experience take lead.
The last piece that she
needed to get an inkling for what may have happened to the (wo?)man in
the front of the shop was found in the back of the store. A door,
completely torn from its hinges in a way that no man should be able to
accomplish. And then nothing after that.
When Alex turned back,
she'd see Molly standing with one arm tucked under the puppy's body and
around it, her free hand scrubbing the scruff of the dog's neck and the
ear comfortingly. Her eyes were unfocused, though, pointed through the
vacant doorway, and there was a flex to her eyebrows of worry and
thought. She looked either like she was upset that she couldn't figure
it out, or perhaps she did and she didn't like her own conclusion.
Either
way, Molly Toombs blinked after realizing that Alex was addressing her
directly and turned her head to look at the other woman. For a moment,
she appeared to be something of a deer in the headlights, but that was
brushed aside soon after and she shook her head. "It's beyond my pay
grade, Alex. That's pretty much all I've got."
Alex Fisher
Molly's
answer is devoid of anything helpful, and for a moment Alex's features
twisted unhappily before she let out a tiny snort and nodded. "Yeah
probably above both our paygrades, shit we get paid."
She said as she
looked up and around at the ceiling, at the walls, not so much at what
lay on them, but on the structure itself.
"It just doesn't make
any sense, no serious internal damage, bits of broken glass, few fucked
up curio's, no structural though. Even if there was a massive over
pressure or a blown air tank or whatever, it doesn't even come close to
the man sized stain out front." She shook her head, her forehead
wrinkling vertically as her brows furrowed unpleasantly.
"Come
on...we should get out of here, soon as the police walk in they are
gonna shit enough bricks to build a house if they see you in here." At
that, Alex walked back through the front, not even looking at body, it
seemed she was doing her very best to dehumanize it. To not even
consider or think about who they might have been, or why they had gone
out this way.
They step outside, and Alex pulls her helmet off her
head, letting shoulder length brown hair flow down her back as she
looked around at the wounded. The worst had already been scooped up,
EMT's having arrived and taken care of the situation, while the others
were making their way towards the cordon to give their statements.
"Thanks
for the help Molly." She said looking at the nurse and her dog. "Nice
to not be the only person on scene who can deal with a little bit of
blood."
Molly Toombs
Molly hadn't said anything
helpful at first, no. As they were walking back through the store,
stepping gingerly so as not to track prints in blood or any other fluid
that could easily be strewn about in this mess, though, Molly did add
this observation: "I really don't think that the explosion is what did
this to that guy."
But the thought didn't quite complete itself,
and they got outside without officers yelling at them (probably by name
because both of them worked pretty closely with Denver PD in their lines
of work). Once back outside, Molly's eyes lingered over her shoulder
at the store front with an expression of bother and disgust written onto
her face-- that made sense, though, that she would be bothered and
disgusted by what she just saw. Wouldn't anyone?
"I'd be out of a
job if carnage made me jelly-kneed." She smiled back at Alex, though
the expression was small and grim it was still genuine. She appreciated
the comment, and seemed to feel pretty accomplished for having been
able to help out at all.
"Look," Molly started up again, but this
time in a somewhat lower voice. She didn't glance around
conspiratorially, but she did heft the puppy up a little higher and
shift her weight on her feet so it looked like she was all at once
feeling uncomfortable-- like she was about to say something that maybe
she oughtn't. "Unless the cause of the explosion was that body itself--
unless he was, like, a human bomb of some kind? Then I don't think the
explosion could have done that. Or rip that one door off the hinges
while not causing similar damage to the rest of the building, you know?"
She
licked her lips, then continued. "I'm pretty sure that Something--"
yes, said with a capital letter, "--did that to the guy, and then tore
the door off and escaped."
Alex Fisher
"Whatever
Mark! We had to clear the building, and the rest of you were out here
twiddling your thumbs." She calls back at the man who had told her to
get out of the building waving a hand to dismiss the man, though she
didn't seem truly displeased with him. Molly commented about being Jelly
kneed then and those blue eyes swivelled back around and Alex nodded,
though her features remained neutral.
"Ain't no other fucking
choice is there?" She asked before a ghost of a smirk crept across her
lips and she started to move for the cordon edge herself, the
responders kit under one arm and her helmet under the other. But she was
brought to a halt when Molly drew her in, those eyes narrowing as lips
parted, listening and prepared to speak...but didn't.
Only when
Molly finished did Alex step closer once again and her brows raised
incredulously. "What exactly does that mean?" She asked in a hushed
voice as she looked around briefly. "Are you trying to tell me some
kinda fucked up animal or something did that?"
Molly Toombs
"Fucked
up animal. Someone on bath salts maybe? I don't know. I'm just
saying-- you probably shouldn't look at this as though the explosion was
the only thing at hand. Something had to have caused it."
The
woman stepped in a bit closer, and Molly stood more upright but didn't
move back or behave as though she felt crowded or threatened. She
shivered some-- the storm was fast and cold following a day of warmth
and Molly's clothes were soaked. She'd like to find someplace to warm
and dry soon, knowing that she probably wouldn't be able to leave until
after she'd spoken with police. A glance was cast about, hunting for
the flashing blue-and-red lights to be reflected off anything. Her next
step would be to try to find a familiar face among the boys and girls
in blue, submit her report, and be on her way as soon as possible.
Maybe grab a blanket from one of the engines or rescue trucks along the
way.
But Alex was leaned in, intrigued, curious to know what
Molly's take on the situation was, so she hung back for now. Shivered
again, but focused her gaze down so she could work on unzipping her
jacket and wrapping it around the pup-- the poor thing was short furred
and young anyways, it could use the warmth too.
"I don't know anything. It's just speculation."
Alex Fisher
Alex
seemed intent upon Molly, wondering what the woman might know, or at
least what she thought it might be. She seemed more curious then most
firefighter's ought to be, more like she was a detective or just your
regular old police officer. But then something clicked, and Alex gave
the woman some space. It was like she realized something.
"Sorry
I'm being a right bitch." She said as she gestured her over towards one
of the fire engines. "You can sit in the cab while the others talk to
the police, I've got a blanket for you and your dog if you feel like
telling about this speculative theory you got going on." It was a bit of
tit for tat then, though really Molly already seemed like she was
willing to share, at least in part.
She was led then, without
waiting for an answer to one of the pump trucks. Alex pulled open the
door to the truck and hopped up inside, pulling her jacket off so she
could sit in her dark blue shirt and her fire pants. A blanket is pulled
from behind one of the seats, one of those bright orange affairs that
were so common in emergency vehicles and it was offered to Molly as Alex
slumped back into one of the chairs, seemingly far to familiar with the
chair for it to be anything but her own.
"So just what do you
speculate?" She inquired as she looked out the window to the crowd
outside, the pair of them alone in the truck, alone with nothing but
each other and their wild imaginings.
Molly Toombs
There
was a quick shake of the head to follow the apology, and Molly would be
keen to express that: "No, you're not, don't worry about it." But the
offer to come into one of the trucks and warm up was something she had
no plans of turning down. She wasn't going to insist on toughing it
out-- what would the point of that be?
So, they walk from the
sidewalk to the street which by this point would have been blocked off,
even if only by an impromptu barrier of how trucks were parked. Once in
the back of one of the trucks, Alex settled into a seat and Molly did
as well, on the opposite side of the truck from her so they could face
one another still.
The blanket was accepted gratefully, and Molly
set the pup down between her ankles and feet where they had planted on
the floor for a moment-- just long enough for her to take her soaked
through jacket off and set it aside for now. This left the woman in
jeans and boots and a camisole that really wasn't intended to be worn on
its own-- Molly was a curvy girl, you see, and this led to a
considerable bust line. She was quick to wrap the blanket about her
shoulders and back, though. Soon the puppy was pulled back up into her
lap, the blanket wrapped closed around the animal and the rest of her
front as well, and with that done the nurse shivered and poured her body
heat from bare arms into the blanket so it would soon reflect that heat
back to her.
"Pretty much just what I'd said: that I don't think
the explosion did to that person what we saw, nor am I confident that
it pulled the door off the hinges in the back of the shop like that. I
think something else did. No idea what could have, though...." She
trailed off, and the way that her voice softened before trailing off
suggested something may have occurred to her and started processing as
she was speaking. This is proven true within several seconds because
she added:
"I don't think coincidence is strong enough a force for the explosion and the Other Thing to be unrelated, either."
Alex Fisher
[Per+Empathy, what aren't you saying?]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (1, 6, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Molly Toombs
It's a curious state that Alex finds the woman in. She's well contained, composed, cool-headed. Respectable, really, when it comes down to it. She'd said that she was
there for the explosion and that she'd been rattled about by it, but
she had still taken the time to respond to the wounded on scene before
the emergency response crew could arrive. And then she'd bothered to
accompany a firefighter named Alex to investigate the pawn shop that the
sound had come from. She seemed rough to shake, and so Alex can tell
that Molly seems Unshaken.
But, she does also seem to be
conflicted. There's worry to her, worry that seems to run into
something deeper than just what happened here tonight. Like maybe this
reminded her of something, or maybe she thinks it's only a sign of
things to come. It's rough to say-- emotions don't really read that
way, but Molly is full of Consternation as well.
She's Thoughtful,
too. Pondering, still. Even though she's speaking as though she only
has a vague idea, as though she's willing to leave it at that, she's
still considering and thinking and ever-pondering and trying to work the
puzzle out in her mind.
Molly is an Intellectual.
[[ Ending Assumed -- soon after this police and other officials become involved, do their questioning, and after some time Alex continues to work and Molly's allowed to go home ]]
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