[And despite the hour, Fred's made her way up to the roof again. It's a particularly cold night, enough that she can see her breath as she settles down onto the old blanket she brought with her. She needs to think]
((OOC:Feel free to run into her on the roof at anytime))
[Her response isn't immediate. Maybe like she's turning something over in her own mind as she's looking out into the distance, without really paying attention to anything her eyes may fall on. But, eventually, that quiet voice is back, its tone still somewhat distracted.]
no subject
[Fred recognizes the lack of conviction in her voice ad moves to close the journal firmly]
Just, you know, the company of my own thoughts...
no subject
Seems to be a popular choice tonight.
no subject
Busy, busy head?