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mitochondriaaya) wrote2011-12-20 11:28 pm
mitochondriaaya) wrote2011-12-20 11:28 pm
Day 2: Press Release and Beyond
Aya was...not always her best after a night of no sleep, heavy action, a crazy woman's apartment, and worry. A great deal of worry. Having to be bright and brilliant at a press conference at seven in the morning? Well, that just didn't help. She was standing in the line of officers behind the Chief, vaguely wishing she had coffee as he told them the eco-terrorist story.
She was suppose to stay there, just a reassuring face against the wall. She hadn't expected for reporters to direct questions at her, and for the Chief to wave her forward. That meant she wasn't exactly thinking over her responses. "...she said our cells were communicating..."
Fuck. Yeah. She had to step back and stop talking again.
Thankfully that quote made Melissa sound crazy?
Danny drove her to Dilan's lab, both of them hoping there was some kind of answer there because the apartment hadn't yielded much. "Buzz us in?" Aya asked through the intercom, as the place was as empty as Dilan had promised.
She was suppose to stay there, just a reassuring face against the wall. She hadn't expected for reporters to direct questions at her, and for the Chief to wave her forward. That meant she wasn't exactly thinking over her responses. "...she said our cells were communicating..."
Fuck. Yeah. She had to step back and stop talking again.
Thankfully that quote made Melissa sound crazy?
Danny drove her to Dilan's lab, both of them hoping there was some kind of answer there because the apartment hadn't yielded much. "Buzz us in?" Aya asked through the intercom, as the place was as empty as Dilan had promised.