A pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, votes he quickly counts. When he's done, he stands up and looks at them. For a moment the silence is thick, he looks at the clock again.
Perhaps there was something to her saying she was tougher than she looked all along, because she doesn't so much as flinch. It might actually be kind of unsettling, how neutral her expression is during the whole thing.
Once it's over and done with, she doesn't make a sound as she exits the room. It isn't until the door slams shut that she finally does, giving a long sigh as she flops back against the nearest wall.]
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Perhaps there was something to her saying she was tougher than she looked all along, because she doesn't so much as flinch. It might actually be kind of unsettling, how neutral her expression is during the whole thing.
Once it's over and done with, she doesn't make a sound as she exits the room. It isn't until the door slams shut that she finally does, giving a long sigh as she flops back against the nearest wall.]
...I hate waiting.
[Is that really all she has to say?]