[ Whatever event had transpired recently enough to leave him in his quarters, she remained unaware; in truth, she wasn't about to scour the entire station from top to bottom in search of him. If he hadn't been within, she merely would have turned tail and retreated to her own room — thereby forcing herself to put up with her shithead of a roommate once more.
The hope, at least, was that it wouldn't come to that, and when the door chimes again with the confirmation that it's been unlocked for her she doesn't hesitate to enter, stepping forward with enough definitiveness for it to draw back and admit her through and into the room itself.
Therein, it became almost too easy to decipher why he had been so delayed in responding to her knock — the smell, first and foremost, emanating from that bottle, is pungent enough to practically singe one's nose hairs from a mere inhale, and she doesn't spare more than a passing thought to whatever might be in the contents, even if it does prompt a visible scrunching-up in her features. ]
You look like shit.
[ She's not about to dance around the subject, but she doesn't issue that judgment with her typical level of bluntness, and she does trail over slowly to sit beside him, dropping down onto the floor and drawing her knees up toward her chest. ]
no subject
The hope, at least, was that it wouldn't come to that, and when the door chimes again with the confirmation that it's been unlocked for her she doesn't hesitate to enter, stepping forward with enough definitiveness for it to draw back and admit her through and into the room itself.
Therein, it became almost too easy to decipher why he had been so delayed in responding to her knock — the smell, first and foremost, emanating from that bottle, is pungent enough to practically singe one's nose hairs from a mere inhale, and she doesn't spare more than a passing thought to whatever might be in the contents, even if it does prompt a visible scrunching-up in her features. ]
You look like shit.
[ She's not about to dance around the subject, but she doesn't issue that judgment with her typical level of bluntness, and she does trail over slowly to sit beside him, dropping down onto the floor and drawing her knees up toward her chest. ]