Snippet #2644902

The mention of rest triggered a yawn to force its way past Lulu’s lips. She made a drowsy attempt to cover it, only to realize that the arm she was trying to move was the one attached to the IV line. She ket her hand fall back down against the sheets in defeat.

She wanted nothing more than to curl up onto her side and drift off, enjoying the rare warmth that coursed through her body— It was a shadow of what being human felt, but it was the closest thing she knew of.



These people needed intel, however, and they would get it from her sooner or later. 

In a line of work where time was of the essence, it was only courteous to offer it sooner. 



“The client’s an old bird, whose daughter went missing a monthorso back,” Lulu explained, “The girl’s an adult. So she’s just missin, ‘nd not reported kidnapped or…” She paused to try and stifle another yawn, with little success, and ended up blinking for a few seconds longer than she had intended before picking back up, “…or anything like that. I caught wind someone’d seen her, and snooped around a bit, ‘nd it turns out it was wolf territory. I heard the York Moors were loose cannons, so I figured… I was expecting them to’ve turned her.”



The fatness of her own tongue was cringeworthy to her ears, but she doubted anyone could blame her for it in the moment. 

“I keep my informants names to myself, though. ’S good business.” 



The lagging end of the masked woman’s statement stuck out in her mind, and Lulu chuckled softly turned to address her. “Thanks, I guess. For not bein’ too muchuva ass. And… I’m Lulu. Or Lady. Or whatever floats your boat. I'd ask your name, but... Idunno if someone with a mask's keen to give that out.”