[Don't mind if she does. Reaching into the bag, she pulls out the first sandwich that her hand touches, cradling it protectively against her body when Jet sniffs hopefully in her direction.]
Uh-uh. Mine.
[Pulling herself to her feet, she steps back into the cabin, leaving space for Will to follow before she shuts the door behind them. She has a bed made up on the couch, which is where she heads - shoving aside a blanket and a pillow that's stuffed into a t-shirt so that she can sit and sink her teeth into the sandwich, closing her eyes and letting out a small appreciative moan.
(The shirt, as he might be able to sense, is Root's shirt. Having it close at hand doesn't make her worry less, but it's nice to sleep on; it's soft, and it smells good, and it's just as it should be, unlike the comatose body up in the loft that's too much like an inanimate object for Shaw's comfort.) ]
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Uh-uh. Mine.
[Pulling herself to her feet, she steps back into the cabin, leaving space for Will to follow before she shuts the door behind them. She has a bed made up on the couch, which is where she heads - shoving aside a blanket and a pillow that's stuffed into a t-shirt so that she can sit and sink her teeth into the sandwich, closing her eyes and letting out a small appreciative moan.
(The shirt, as he might be able to sense, is Root's shirt. Having it close at hand doesn't make her worry less, but it's nice to sleep on; it's soft, and it smells good, and it's just as it should be, unlike the comatose body up in the loft that's too much like an inanimate object for Shaw's comfort.) ]