[Ginia sheds her coat and bundles it up to create a small cushion to sit on. Sitting down, she crosses her legs under her and exhales slowly, settling down.
Or at least trying to. Every time her mind clears of one thought, another one takes its place. Relaxing has never been one of her strong suits and she sighs quietly as she chews on her lip.]
[Action, July 17th]
Or at least trying to. Every time her mind clears of one thought, another one takes its place. Relaxing has never been one of her strong suits and she sighs quietly as she chews on her lip.]