[It doesn't help, of course it doesn't help, that she is not always the easiest person in the world to find. She has a mobile, of course she does, but the only people who have the number are the other technicians at the hospital, and Moore, of course. And some of her old crew, because she's still in a way the de facto healer and drug runner for that lot of arseholes.
Still.
She takes a sip of her coffee and it burns her mouth, and of course that's when she sees him. It takes her a minute, because he looks unkempt, like he did in a way before her, broken and a little lost. He's looking around the train station with that expression on his face that says that maybe he's still trying to figure out what it means to be human, and he's wearing her bracer, the one she made him.
She drops the coffee.]
Frankie-
Frankie!
[She yells it and it's a bit drowned out by the hum of people, but she's pushing past them, all five feet of her demanding space, demanding that she be allowed-
She slams into him, partly from momentum, partly pushed by someone behind her.]
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Still.
She takes a sip of her coffee and it burns her mouth, and of course that's when she sees him. It takes her a minute, because he looks unkempt, like he did in a way before her, broken and a little lost. He's looking around the train station with that expression on his face that says that maybe he's still trying to figure out what it means to be human, and he's wearing her bracer, the one she made him.
She drops the coffee.]
Frankie-
Frankie!
[She yells it and it's a bit drowned out by the hum of people, but she's pushing past them, all five feet of her demanding space, demanding that she be allowed-
She slams into him, partly from momentum, partly pushed by someone behind her.]
Frankie.