(that was hardly a surprise even to vertin, it must have been quite the topic about her "sleep". seven weeks, obviously she was more fortunate that she was able to move and to walk after without too many issues. the way that it hit her and more whenever vertin finds it more difficult to keep her eyes off her. it is real. that touch, the brush of her jacket, she felt it truly the way she had the moment her finger pressed into her lips.

this is if she could ever wonder if this was a dream she was being tormented by or not, a moment in which she wishes it to be one she may never awaken from if she isn't careful. no matter those conditions set about, she doubts she could ever care as long as they figure out something to prevent constantine from having her own victory in that persistent game she plays with others.)

I couldn't forget.

(such simple and powerful words again, the hushed whispers of it something meant to be a prize for schneider. her eyes even looking away briefly to see if those guards are close by. they weren't, but she wouldn't put it past anyone in the foundation to have their own ideas. this never was a place that she could feel at ease with, but for the sake of those around her among friends, vertin desired most for their safety and by extension, schneider's own.

right now, she cracks a tiny smile and allows herself this much no matter the impassive expression she'd hold. it's genuine. how could it not be when this was the greatest gift she could have upon waking? her heart feels it in those selfish demands it carries, though vertin knows not how to label such things and their intensity. she can almost be consumed by it.)

I will answer anything you'd like to ask whether it's about that or anything else as best as I can.

(any other questions can be after they arrive in her suitcase, she muses, there wouldn't be prying eyes and ears there.)