[A little before Bolton's office hours are supposed to start - fifteen minutes before, let's say - Jane sits down in front of Conference Room A, knees drawn up to her chest. She's in the spacesuit again - her shirt needs to be cleaned, and she can't wear that red skirt again for a few reasons - and she has a hand threaded through her hair in a way that lets the heel of her palm rest against the center of her forehead. There's bags under her reddish eyes. If she's slept, it hasn't been much, but fuck sleep. Fuck it, she doesn't need it.
She's kind of hoping to catch Bolton before he comes in, because she wouldn't knock if she had to. She'd be trying to force herself into the door, because this is important, and she won't let anyone avoid or ignore her if she can help it.]
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timeasmymeasure
Week 6, Sunday
Date: 2017-03-19 03:30 pm (UTC)She's kind of hoping to catch Bolton before he comes in, because she wouldn't knock if she had to. She'd be trying to force herself into the door, because this is important, and she won't let anyone avoid or ignore her if she can help it.]