Funky City, Nepleslia - Train Station
As Winter (still in the station's lobby, but purposefully half-striding, half-running in the general direction of said station's track-side Cargo Loading Area with a look of panic on her face) lowered her hood and unzipped her coat, several further details became noticeable, with the most obvious being that this particular operative had distinctively
feline-style ears, either the result of having been born as one of Nepleslia's innumerable genetic mutants - or the
vastly more probable (given that it explained the nearly-unnoticeable accent) result of being a feline-aspected
L'manel.
Second-up was her clothing, specifically what she wearing
underneath that dark-grey coat of hers; on this bright and absolutely
cheerful morning, it appeared to be that of a transit worker's uniform - the same kind, coincidentally enough, as an employee of the
third train station would be wearing, down to the ID lanyard (which read "Cassandra Marbley") worn around the neck.
Lastly was the fact that the aforementioned uniform was unbuttoned slightly, providing a tantalizing view of Winter's (admittedly modest) cleavage - but, then again, the operative knew from the cruel, cruel teacher of first-hand experience that
every little detail counted.
Especially when one considered that Winter had not only struggled with "socialization" during missions - she'd struggled with it
in general.
Thus, "Cassandra" wasn't
entirely acting when she approached the individual(s) loading cargo into the assorted cars, and (with her usually-quiet voice now the rapidly-speaking jumble of someone bordering upon the brink of hysteria) asked "Um, hey? Mind if I board here? I work at the next station, and I know it's against the rules, but it's my co-worker's birthday, and the rest of my shift and I are throwing him a surprise party, and I had to buy drinks, but I overslept and my car wouldn't start, and I had to pay my apartment's rent last night, so I can't afford a ticket after buying those drinks, and it's only my third day on the job, so I'm fucked if I'm late, and if I get fired I won't be able to pay utility bills and I won't be able to see him or my friends and again and I'll have let them down and I really, really, really want to ask him out but if I'm fired I can't do that and then I just don't know what I...I......I........."