[ A whole month gone by, by Sigma's count; if the marks on the wall are any indication, it should be almost January 31st, right in the dead of winter. And while it isn't as though she could possibly tell that in this bunker, where not even a shred of natural light passes through the X-Door, closed up as tight as can be, the fact stands that there isn't much here in the way of central heat. Fortunately, in middle of Nevada, they don't have to worry much about things like snow, but...
Poor Diana sits on the couch in the lounge, huddled underneath her blanket. She shivers as her arms are wrapped around herself, her face having gone a bit more pale than usual. It's obvious what's going on; she's freezing, and the meager amounts of canned food they've been eating since they've been stuck here isn't enough for her to keep warm. Even Sigma must have noticed; that bright red sweater, which fit her snugly as it could when she first arrived at Dcom, now hangs quite a bit more loosely on her body than it did a month ago. She's been losing weight, and at the end of the day, she quite simply doesn't look like the healthy (and beautiful, though she'd never say so) nurse that she did before the new year.
Still, when Sigma addresses her, she tries to smile, though the way she's bundled up right now, pale and wrapped up underneath the sheet as if she were a bug in a cocoon, makes it clear that she's got a bit of late-night jitters. ]
I can say the same thing about you. ...I'm fine, Sigma, r-really.
[ She says that, but, her teeth are chattering, though she does her best to hide it when it comes through. She feels a little guilty, though, knowing Sigma probably heard them regardless... ]
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Poor Diana sits on the couch in the lounge, huddled underneath her blanket. She shivers as her arms are wrapped around herself, her face having gone a bit more pale than usual. It's obvious what's going on; she's freezing, and the meager amounts of canned food they've been eating since they've been stuck here isn't enough for her to keep warm. Even Sigma must have noticed; that bright red sweater, which fit her snugly as it could when she first arrived at Dcom, now hangs quite a bit more loosely on her body than it did a month ago. She's been losing weight, and at the end of the day, she quite simply doesn't look like the healthy (and beautiful, though she'd never say so) nurse that she did before the new year.
Still, when Sigma addresses her, she tries to smile, though the way she's bundled up right now, pale and wrapped up underneath the sheet as if she were a bug in a cocoon, makes it clear that she's got a bit of late-night jitters. ]
I can say the same thing about you. ...I'm fine, Sigma, r-really.
[ She says that, but, her teeth are chattering, though she does her best to hide it when it comes through. She feels a little guilty, though, knowing Sigma probably heard them regardless... ]