25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening

[on_her_korhal]

It had been another-- well, ordinary day was something else. But it'd been a day, and Kerrigan was, as per usual, alone, rifling through her fridge looking for something that might seem remotely edible.

Her record player was softly playing some music through the house, even if she had been tired of it for a day or so after that whole... thing. It was nice, and it was quiet, and if she was contemplating an extra beer for dinner, well, that was nobody's business but hers.

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[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River said nothing, just gave a small nod and stared down at the floor.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Well," Kerrigan commented. She was relieved at the silence, really, but on the other hand, thoughts were racing away a mile a minute, so it didn't make much difference-- she didn't sound particularily awkward as she noted, "That was very cathartic."

This, she finally decided, was so not her area.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River looked at Kerrigan. "Being a weapon is easier. Focus on the target, nothing else."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"..." Well, that wasn't a sore subject at all. "...It shouldn't be. But then we rarely get what we should, so fuck it," she mumbled.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River stared down at the floor again. "Am sorry," she said.