[ Marta is here because the fights are nearby; she'd been working for the last few hours, keeping people healthy, keeping people alive, and she's a little clumsy and drained from the effort of it all.
Not to mention being here, in New Amsterdam, miles and centuries away from anything familiar.
She brushes against someone and means to pull away, unfamiliar emotions clouding her mind, but then the man grabs her wrist so fast that she almost hurts herself trying to put distance between them. ]
Sorry! [ She breathes, wrist captured between them. ] I didn't mean -- [ To upset him, to cause this, to do anything. She'd just wanted a gingerale at the end of a long night. ]
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Not to mention being here, in New Amsterdam, miles and centuries away from anything familiar.
She brushes against someone and means to pull away, unfamiliar emotions clouding her mind, but then the man grabs her wrist so fast that she almost hurts herself trying to put distance between them. ]
Sorry! [ She breathes, wrist captured between them. ] I didn't mean -- [ To upset him, to cause this, to do anything. She'd just wanted a gingerale at the end of a long night. ]