[she's back at the pyre, uselessly staring at the posters with her arms wound around herself as she reads them over. this is...this is a lot. but she hears someone behind her and immediately composes herself, turning her head to offer a small smile.]
Oh, Robin. Hey. [...there is no making this better.] ...we knew this was coming, but so many of them?
w1 friday
Oh, Robin. Hey. [...there is no making this better.] ...we knew this was coming, but so many of them?