hi-vis vest. she mouths, pointing at the cup and half-eaten pie on the counter: « ARE YOU GONNA FINISH THAT? »

she's hidden in oversized clothes a ragtag of various thrift store finds not unlike the woman in the diner's attire, thick shades and a trucker's cap that says 'WTF: Where's The Fish?', but she carries them (or, more accurately, they dangle off her) well; both a disguise and more telling than a

suddenly there's a rapping against the glass just behind her, and it shocks. there's a stranger in the parking lot, bent unnaturally to her side so as to appear in the woman's view, pointing at the cane and giving a double thumbs up.

*some* of them? now, uh, i don't have a *medical degree* per se, or, uh, *any* kind of degree, but i've gotta say, some sounds like a small number.

i think you'll be fine.

uh, not that it's any of my *business*, of course. i mean, i'm probably just *blind*! ( a self-deprecating (or nervous?) laugh. ) what do *i* know?

-- leaning hard on her side to scrutinize the box's details, lips pursed in a contemplative pout. upon noticing 'POLICE', she straightens, bending into 'shape' like an inflatable outside a used car lot, both hands raising in the air in retreat. )

ah, yeah, that's a good point. and lemme just check: what's, uh, this 'quora's, y'know, *qualifications* to be sayin' things like that?

eh, i'm not sure that's how it *works*, y'know?

penned by sphinxofblackquartz.