#oceansdown

      ❝ I don’t work for them as of    - ❞ There’s a dramatic move of checking her watch before sighing softly.  ❝ Almost a full day ago. ❞ It’s freeing, in a way. To no longer carry the shield for Masrani Global as they’re marched towards an endless series of lawsuits. 

    her wound STINGS when she moves or stands for too long. when the worst was finally over and every drop of adrenaline had left her blood, her body had finally remembered the shredded skin and the deep wound ( a lasting reminder of that horrible monster ) and had flooded her nerves with pain. Even with it cleaned and stitched, her skin stretches at an angle and she feels it vibrate through her. Claire stares, begrudgingly, at the crutches her doctor had recommended as she stays at her desk. 

       ❝ the worst is yet to come, isn’t that what they say?     - I don’t want to be here. ❞

        The somewhat brusque response is merely met with a shrug. Snow knows the other must feel agitated by Wu’s constant badgering, not that she would be any more open and welcoming on a good day. Perhaps that’s what Snow likes about her. She doesn’t waste time pretending. 

“Unnecessary or not, the offer remains.” Her trust is not given lightly, especially in the light of InGen’s more recent suspicious activity. Allies are important. She is a lone wolf who realizes she will need some before the end. 

With a silent sigh, she sets a manila folder next to the paperwork on the desk. The real reason she is there. “Here is the blood draw from Hans. The handlers suspect he caught some sort of virus and want you to take a look.” 

‘Hans’ is a Pachycephalosaurus with an inmate-like number. Snow, however, prefers to christen all the animals, great and small.