a cute little cup of cyanide

Isla

"I suppose we will," Isla says, letting her attention move swiftly away from the man leaning against the reception counter so she might look at the rest of the space. And when Sunjata steps forward to let her look in one of the examination rooms, she gives him a warm smile and a nod of gratitude. "It's a lot bigger," she says of the clinic, taking a stroll around the room and ducking to look in the cupboards and examine the tools and the like.

"And better stocked, though given that this is Torchline, I am not surprised." Straightening up, she turns back to the Flood. "When I do meet Nate, I have no doubt that we'll have to trade stories. There are surprisingly few doctors around." Smoothing out her shirt, Isla heads back into the reception. "Thank you for letting me look around."

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives