[ hey sara, how are you? are you cold? it's pretty cold in this bunker, isn't it? for human beings, anyway, it's pretty cold.
waiting for mr i-have-too-much-body-heat to scout out the tundra, kara and sara have the unfortunate joy of waiting in this frigid wasteland. granted, it's not really fair to call it a wasteland. there are tables and chairs and other proper furnishings for a bunker, but it's boring and kara is tired of waiting around for somebody else's all clear.
feet tapping anxiously, kara cranes her neck to try and peek out the windows. maybe this time, sara won't spot her doing it. subtlety and subterfuge are not her forte, though, so that's pretty unlikely. ]
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waiting for mr i-have-too-much-body-heat to scout out the tundra, kara and sara have the unfortunate joy of waiting in this frigid wasteland. granted, it's not really fair to call it a wasteland. there are tables and chairs and other proper furnishings for a bunker, but it's boring and kara is tired of waiting around for somebody else's all clear.
feet tapping anxiously, kara cranes her neck to try and peek out the windows. maybe this time, sara won't spot her doing it. subtlety and subterfuge are not her forte, though, so that's pretty unlikely. ]