TARGET ACQUIRED // UNKNOWN 🔫

A CIGARETTE DANGLES FROM BETWEEN SWOLLEN KNUCKLES lifting then to a pale pair of chapped lips. She’s never felt so agitated. Not even the sodding nicotine is helping her mood. Then again, having to be in fucking AMERICA is never good for her mental health. Raking her free hand back through her hair, she rolls her shoulders, eliciting a satisfying CRACK in her neck. ❛ Fuck. ❜ She groans under her breath, cramping legs shifting against the seat that was made for a woman much shorter than she. 

A clock on some wall just out of her sight is the only other noise with its bloody incessant TICK-TOCK-TICK and suddenly Lorraine feels a twitch in her hand; She wants to hit something. Drink a whole bottle of vodka. Get sodding shagged. Anything but be here waiting on some knob to make pleasantries with her. None of this would even be necessary if the fucking CONSULATE had legitimized her story. What was the bloody use for them at all? Or for her international jurisdiction for that matter; if at the end of the day she wound up sitting here, waiting to talk to the fucking FBI.

@mieleo ♥’d