It's an ordinary early autumn night in New York: chilly; not uncomfortably so, yet, but promising to get colder as the season wears on. A scruffy, long-haired vagabond emerges from the shadows in the alley behind a clothing store, unhesitatingly enters the passcode to disarm its security system, quickly picks the lock, and goes quietly in.
Yeah, that's not long enough for her to both work out what to say and work up the courage to say it. It's probably not even long enough for one of those things.
Her gaze returns to the floor.
"Hearing. Really... good, hearing. Talking, at, miles away." Vague gesture. "Stuff."
She pauses, glances at Penny; looks down for a second, then back up, all the way to his face this time, and nods.
"Heard... them, talking. Trouble soon."
"Yeah, she heard some weird Cult people talking about some pretty freaky things."
Sigh.
"Dunno. Drug, maybe. ...I have..." she fiddles with her phone for a few seconds and then holds it up for him to see the transcript.
She nods, and takes the phone back and fiddles with it until she has a view of just the email headers for the conversations with Sadde and Hollister, which she shows him. "And told, DoS, where, but no details."
She points to the entry for Hollister: "From - tower, government but... okay, think?" She takes the phone back again and opens the email thread for him to read. "Not very... rules."
If they're going to actually do this she should sit; she does that.
"Supposed to - make me do things," she gestures vaguely, "foster family. Didn't."