"Well, it's stupid," she says again, knowing she's just repeating herself but unable to stop. At this point she almost wishes they had put them in the cells, if only so she wouldn't feel so lost. Instead they're letting her walk around the Gallows like a lost dog, letting her go wherever, oops—as long as it's somewhere her babysitter can follow her.
And all the weird looks she's getting from people who are supposed to be her friends? Or if not her friends, at least her coworkers? Humiliating.
She turns and continues walking, shoulders set. "I'm not going to find any important documents hidden in the griffon shit, so why don't you go follow someone else for a while."
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"Well, it's stupid," she says again, knowing she's just repeating herself but unable to stop. At this point she almost wishes they had put them in the cells, if only so she wouldn't feel so lost. Instead they're letting her walk around the Gallows like a lost dog, letting her go wherever, oops—as long as it's somewhere her babysitter can follow her.
And all the weird looks she's getting from people who are supposed to be her friends? Or if not her friends, at least her coworkers? Humiliating.
She turns and continues walking, shoulders set. "I'm not going to find any important documents hidden in the griffon shit, so why don't you go follow someone else for a while."