[Even without her memories, Anita had discovered that the best way to comfort herself was, apparently, with coffee. Starbox had seen a lot of her since had laid that zombie to rest. The fact that it had happened at all was still incredibly unnerving, especially the part about being on what more or less equaled autopilot during the whole thing.
It was just too much to think about, especially when she was already so frustrated by the very fact that she hadn't the slightest idea who she was, with the exception of a name, the ability to pick up dead guys, and the distinct lack of an ability to get the attention of a man with a pulse.
She had claimed one of the tables near the door as her own for the afternoon, stubbornly reading a book she had found at her apartment, coffee cup in hand. If anyone asked, she would simply inform them that no, she was not sulking, thank you very much.]
Amnesiac!
It was just too much to think about, especially when she was already so frustrated by the very fact that she hadn't the slightest idea who she was, with the exception of a name, the ability to pick up dead guys, and the distinct lack of an ability to get the attention of a man with a pulse.
She had claimed one of the tables near the door as her own for the afternoon, stubbornly reading a book she had found at her apartment, coffee cup in hand. If anyone asked, she would simply inform them that no, she was not sulking, thank you very much.]