she has been… avoidant, a bad habit of self isolation when things go sour. joan has always been a workaholic, her work a form of validation, a way to cope with a variety of problems she hasn’t quite settled for herself. she doesn’t blame anyone but herself for misfortune, she should have done better. an argument with Tal later and she sits sulking in hotel bar, neat, cold as ever. but there’s something else, boiling blood just beneath the surface. it’s strange for the director, a sensation that puts her on edge.
“not now.” a growl, tone a bit harsher than it needs to be, something to get the point across. tongue sharp as a dagger.











