×Scene: February 5th. Nighttime. 10:56. Apartment 313.×

You've just entered the apartment after a long day of work. Reaching over to turn on the light you find someone's hand already there. It's Brooklyn! Her trench coat stinks of coffee beans, news papers and a hint of caramel as usual. She seems to be hiding behind the door which was one of the odd quirks that caused her to get a few stares from people whenever she's allowed out into the public world

"GAH! YOU'RE BACK! I was beginning to think THEY GOT TO YOU!"

There's newspapers scattered all over the floor and the place is an absolute MESS. Well, mostly the living room where Brooklyn seemed to be using as a blank slate for her theorizing. She seems pretty shaky and is holding tightly clutched in one hand an open red marker and a stamp