[Shirley isn't doing so great. Technically she knows that nothing overtly dangerous is likely to happen, probably, but it's more than evident that the Shehui government has been looking into the coven and that rings several alarm bells alongside the fact that they're all confined to their apartments. She'd hoped that Shehui might be better than Crusand or Gadoria, with how they accepted people from the outside. She's not so sure now.
She doesn't scream or cry, because that would be too loud. She's too preoccupied to get up and do something productive. So instead she just sits on a couch on the living room, huddled in on herself and staring at the door with a wide-eyed sort of wariness, not sure if they're going to come in with weapons ready or if things will be more tame. She's still debating which.
At some point she's made a cup of tea for herself, but it's gone cold after sitting an hour untouched.]
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She doesn't scream or cry, because that would be too loud. She's too preoccupied to get up and do something productive. So instead she just sits on a couch on the living room, huddled in on herself and staring at the door with a wide-eyed sort of wariness, not sure if they're going to come in with weapons ready or if things will be more tame. She's still debating which.
At some point she's made a cup of tea for herself, but it's gone cold after sitting an hour untouched.]