[The minute she goes in there and closes that door behind her she is going to lose her absolute fucking shit, and thinking about it isn't helping to stave that moment off.
Erika turns while crouched, hunches her shoulders when she stands, and goes silently and steadily to the room, trying to be small about it. Trying to leave without turning it into a dismissal, remove herself without conspicuously creeping away.
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Erika turns while crouched, hunches her shoulders when she stands, and goes silently and steadily to the room, trying to be small about it. Trying to leave without turning it into a dismissal, remove herself without conspicuously creeping away.
Jury's out on how well it goes.
The door slides tentatively closed.]