Snippet #1957359

Caddie settled herself down into a sitting position, pulling her knees up and leaning against them. She would have preferred something to sit on....table...chair...bookcase...but needs must and she supposed she might as well sit.

Soon enough two of their number were getting into guard trouble.


She was less than inclined to help, for several reasons. First of all, the fact that she was still clasping an incision in her ribs, and she was less than confident that they could withstand any sudden impacts, so she had to be a bit wary. Secondly, the demeanour of either of them had not really prompted her to intervene. They'd both more or less rejected her attempts at friendly discourse, so she assumed that they had no interest in interacting with her at all.

This was one of the reasons she disliked this whole 'interaction' business. Very few of those involved would actually interact. Beckett often commented on it being a waste of time, and at times like that, Caddie was rather inclined to agree.

Still, the new person, the girl she had not seen before, seemed a little more lively at least. She turned her attention to Billie and endeavoured to answer her question...well..she tried to. Caddie's perception of time had never really been tip top, Beckett's lab had no windows, and the good doctor was prone to move shifts around, so her presence was by no means a good way to judge time.

"Been here um...oh..years...I dunno...can't see a calendar." Caddie remarked.
"Since I was a real little kid...I guess. Memory is not so good....not very good at all I guess...nope....Beckett says things go in one ear and out the other..but that..that wouldn't work...cuz you need a brain, right? And the eardrums and canal systems and small bones in the ear...they'd all get in the way too....hm...some things she says make no sense..."