It has no lid and is laying on its side, propped in place by what appear to be still-packaged menstrual supplies on one side and a very large knife on the other. There appears to be something inside it. It is also being supervised by a petite girl in her late teens who's prowling around with suppressed agitation.
Stacia is less bloody, more battered and bruised; and maybe just a little haggard. She's spent the last two years in sub-optimal conditions for a good hair- and skin-care regime, and she rarely ever gets enough sleep. She's also worried for the little guy inside the cup, who's grappling with a venom that can can only be cured when everyone's out of the multiplex so that they can get back to the Pole.
She'd really like to not terrorize the reindeer though, so she's trying to soothe her nerves by pacing. It's not really helping.
Stacia (and, technically, Branch)
It has no lid and is laying on its side, propped in place by what appear to be still-packaged menstrual supplies on one side and a very large knife on the other. There appears to be something inside it. It is also being supervised by a petite girl in her late teens who's prowling around with suppressed agitation.
Stacia is less bloody, more battered and bruised; and maybe just a little haggard. She's spent the last two years in sub-optimal conditions for a good hair- and skin-care regime, and she rarely ever gets enough sleep. She's also worried for the little guy inside the cup, who's grappling with a venom that can can only be cured when everyone's out of the multiplex so that they can get back to the Pole.
She'd really like to not terrorize the reindeer though, so she's trying to soothe her nerves by pacing. It's not really helping.