For a while there's nothing but the sudden appearance of a catface in the front downstairs window -- then, faintly, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. She peers through the peephole just to check that it's someone she knows and not some jerk before she cracks the door open and peers out at Steph.
Megan does look awful, although not quite in the way most people would mean by sick, neither feverish nor stuffy -- she looks more hungover. Her hair is unbrushed and she's wearing what passes for pajamas for her, which is an oversized sweater and no pants. She hasn't slept in a while, which has less to do with all the drugs she's doing and more to do with the fact that she just can't sleep. Every time she tries, she starts to panic; she doesn't feel safe anymore. "Hi," she says after a moment, sounding unsure; Megan's instinct is to be aggressively friendly when faced with any social interaction, but right now she just wants to curl under a rock and sleep for a year, and she can't quite navigate the competing impulses.
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Megan does look awful, although not quite in the way most people would mean by sick, neither feverish nor stuffy -- she looks more hungover. Her hair is unbrushed and she's wearing what passes for pajamas for her, which is an oversized sweater and no pants. She hasn't slept in a while, which has less to do with all the drugs she's doing and more to do with the fact that she just can't sleep. Every time she tries, she starts to panic; she doesn't feel safe anymore. "Hi," she says after a moment, sounding unsure; Megan's instinct is to be aggressively friendly when faced with any social interaction, but right now she just wants to curl under a rock and sleep for a year, and she can't quite navigate the competing impulses.