[She's not entirely sure what to do with the text, because she feels like responding to it might just make things worse in the long run, so it's ignored, her tablet tucked back in her pocket.
She'd gone to the rooftop as soon as she'd realized it was Saul contacing her, not wanting to take the call in the apartment with Jim and Ellie wandering around. And maybe she'd wanted some air, too.
At first she'd just planned to stick to the covered areas, so she hadn't bothered with anything heavier than a sweater. A sweater that's now a little soaked, since she migrated to the edge of the rooftop at some point in the conversation. At least the rain is a light drizzle, instead of a downpour.
When she hears someone come onto the roof, she turns to look over her shoulder and just - winces.
action! we're so good at this
She'd gone to the rooftop as soon as she'd realized it was Saul contacing her, not wanting to take the call in the apartment with Jim and Ellie wandering around. And maybe she'd wanted some air, too.
At first she'd just planned to stick to the covered areas, so she hadn't bothered with anything heavier than a sweater. A sweater that's now a little soaked, since she migrated to the edge of the rooftop at some point in the conversation. At least the rain is a light drizzle, instead of a downpour.
When she hears someone come onto the roof, she turns to look over her shoulder and just - winces.
This isn't going to go well.]