Caroline makes a face and a disgruntled ech noise. "Of course it does. Why wouldn't it take weeks and weeks to do necessary paperwork." Paperwork that she then gets to file at lightning speed, of course.
She shuffles the papers back into some kind of order so she can put them back in the folder. Distantly, Caroline hears some shuffling around that's probably the guards reluctantly getting ready to do their jobs again.
"Well, I think all the noise out there is my cue," she says, standing and stretching. "I don't really want Mister Rules interrogating me like I brought you home past curfew." He's a very overprotective father, Mister Rules.
Instead of heading out the door though, Caroline makes a uh, slight detour first. If anyone ever asks, she'll claim it was a last minute impulse, but it's really more like a several hundred forms ago impulse. So sue her. She scoots around the table to the No Crayon Zone. "All right, before I leave, as promised--" she leans down into Dent's personal space and wraps one arm around his shoulders in a hug. Not a very long one, and it's not a great angle for it, but you know. A hug.
"Anyway," she says as she straightens up and moves back toward the door, "good luck with lunch." She picks up the folder full of papers. "I hear they're doing meatloaf again already." And with that, she's out the door.
Whew good, the guards are only just heading this way with the... upright gurney thing they're apparently going to strap Dent into. Fun.
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Date: 2017-08-07 05:44 am (UTC)She shuffles the papers back into some kind of order so she can put them back in the folder. Distantly, Caroline hears some shuffling around that's probably the guards reluctantly getting ready to do their jobs again.
"Well, I think all the noise out there is my cue," she says, standing and stretching. "I don't really want Mister Rules interrogating me like I brought you home past curfew." He's a very overprotective father, Mister Rules.
Instead of heading out the door though, Caroline makes a uh, slight detour first. If anyone ever asks, she'll claim it was a last minute impulse, but it's really more like a several hundred forms ago impulse. So sue her. She scoots around the table to the No Crayon Zone. "All right, before I leave, as promised--" she leans down into Dent's personal space and wraps one arm around his shoulders in a hug. Not a very long one, and it's not a great angle for it, but you know. A hug.
"Anyway," she says as she straightens up and moves back toward the door, "good luck with lunch." She picks up the folder full of papers. "I hear they're doing meatloaf again already." And with that, she's out the door.
Whew good, the guards are only just heading this way with the... upright gurney thing they're apparently going to strap Dent into. Fun.