#highstrunghacker

   @highstrunghacker​ :  "I like to come here when I need to think." (sr3)

   “the fresh air does help a little.”

   when ally couldn’t find kinzie in her usual quarters, the next place to check was here; the docks near the warehouse, with shipping containers galore. a nice place to sit on said containers like a delinquent and enjoy the view. ( though the scent could be better... )

   there’s a bit of silence after their muttering, unsure of what to say, if there was anything to say after that point. but the silence makes it more awkward than attempting a conversation. a few glances to the hacker.

   they’re still trying to get used to the new scenery.

   like a feral animal would, the first thing they did once they had some sense in their brain was to hide- the vents weren’t exactly a place most would consider a hiding spot, but they were able to fit. it felt easier to stay put than try to socialize considering everything going on now.

"Kinzie, Kinzie, nerd, geek, fuckin'... uh..."

   “...pieces of me are missing.”

   and they weren’t just talking about their eye or arm, either. mentally- they felt incomplete. somehow, zinyak had managed to pry fragment out of their brain, without their guardian angel, ally was barely able to keep it together. always exhausted, mind more fuzzy than its ever been. it made them feel weak, USELESS even. but how could they even explain this to kinzie without sounding more crazy than the situation at hand?