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I mean, it's just as cold up here.

Supposedly.

[ of course, it's made better by the fact that nobody goes outside. but really, julia just wants to show off some pointless facts. ]

The lack of wind makes that easier to bear.

[But Angel's smiling a little.]

[ a pause.

you know what, if she can roll with julia's belligerent sarcasm? she's alright. ]

Doctor Julia Hoffman.

Angel. Good to meet you, Dr. Hoffman.

Mind if I ask what you're a doctor of?

No, no, not at all. [ she doesn't have hair long enough to flip over her shoulder, but if she did... ] I'm a psychiatrist. The only one here, apparently.

[A psychiatrist?]

Then are you swamped with work here?

Nothing more than I can handle.

[ nowhere near it, in fact. but shhh. ]

Though I have my share of patients.

[ one. one patient. ]

Makes sense, for a war. If there's really one going on right now.

[Naivety? Or sarcasm because for as much as they had stressed the war on her arrival there didn't seem to be too much action towards that going on. It's a side effect of living somewhere where things and people exploded on a daily basis, you got just a bit impatient when things were too peaceful. Peaceful isn't bad, just unexpected.]

I mean, there was just a mutiny. If nothing else, there's fighting. And they rendered Earth unlivable for a while - or something. [ guess who needs to stop talking about shit she doesn't know about: IT'S JULIA! either way, the sarcasm doesn't faze her. she takes a breath, leaning against the doorway, looking at her chipped fingernail polish. ]

I heard a bit about the mutiny-what really happened?

[Whispers in the hallways didn't tell someone much about the actual events.]

Oh, I'm not at liberty to say.

[ it's a very, very easy way of saying i have no idea. she was aware of the chaos, but tablets, man. those things are weird. she's still not entirely used to it, and was even less so at the time of the mutiny. ]

Fighting. Control issues. The power went out. All kinds of shit.

Did anyone die?

[Asked with the same casual air as "what's the score of the game on right now". It's a valid question.]

Do people usually?

[ translation: what do you think?, or i have no idea. ]

Some people got thrown in jail, lost their powers. All that shit.

[Lost their powers. Angel's blood runs cold at that, but she tries to make it seem like she's not unsettled.]

Just wondering about how much chaos I missed.

Oh, honey, don't worry. I'm sure there's enough messes left for you to get into.

I didn't say I wanted to get into any messes at all.

Good luck with that, honey. You think I did?

[ fact aside that messes are all julia ever gets into, but. ]

And what'd they do to you?

You think I got roped into this mutiny bullshit willingly? Hell no. I'm busy trying to keep that away from me, then the next thing I know, I'm being asked to psychoanalyze some jackass. [ who got a little overeager, she's going to add, but she's smart enough to cut herself off. ]

Other than that, it was a matter of getting used to having a practical fetus for a roommate. Formerly.

Practical fetus?

[Excuse her while she just looks disbelieving as she imagines a baby in a jar as a roommate. Or something.]

Well. Not a literal fetus; she was, like, sixteen. [ and said she couldn't drink in the room okay that's the important thing. ] But still.

A sixteen year old fetus.

[you've made Angel give you the most massive sideeye. achievement, right there.]

Or, you know. A teenager.

She was a kid, is what I'm saying.

That makes more sense now. Why does her being a kid matter, though?

You think a sixteen year old kid has a place in the middle of a time war?

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