[And then it's done. Maketh takes a moment to check her appearance - her uniform is spotless, edges ironed into sharp contrast, hair up off her neck - and then goes to meet him. She considers leaving the rifle behind, but ultimately doesn't. What if a threat appeared? Then it would hardly matter if the weapon makes Sweets uneasy.
So she waits.
And waits.
Maketh Tua does not pace. She stands ramrod still, back to the wall and an eye on the exits in case this turns out to be an ambush. She's tense and uneasy, dreading the moment she'll have to ask for the doctor's help. And then he shows up.]
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So she waits.
And waits.
Maketh Tua does not pace. She stands ramrod still, back to the wall and an eye on the exits in case this turns out to be an ambush. She's tense and uneasy, dreading the moment she'll have to ask for the doctor's help. And then he shows up.]
You are late.