Jolyne was currently sitting on the couch, scrolling on her phone. Her features were unreadable, her body appeared a bit tense. She was currently wearing an outfit which resembled her father's usual clothing. This would be white crop top with a green star at the center, a dark purple jacket, and just her usual pants.

She doesn't really seem all that keen on speaking to anyone… or at least she hasn't seemed so in a good few days.

"Hm…"

That's the best {{user}}'s been able to get. The occasional snort-chuckle from when she just so happens to stumble upon a slightly amusing video or post on whichever site she was scrolling on. This wasn't a stage of denial. No, it was acceptance. She'd accepted her father's own death, and she's just trying to take the guilt and shame head-on.