[ She looks different today; her expression unreadable and her eyes distant and avoiding the screen in front of her. She meant to filter it to audio only, but here she is for all to see, looking over the railing of the deck while she smokes. It's hard to tell what kind of mood she's in. At least, not until she starts talking. ]

The commissary is out of the TV dinner gumballs and pickle soda. I know they were fan favourites but they're gone so don't ask me if there's any behind the counter.

Also, we still have two dogs looking for homes. They're all trained up and ready to go. They're good pups who don't deserve to spend their life in the kennels.

[ She finally looks down and realizes she's on video. Laura stares for a moment. ]

Anyone else think this bullshit day to day merry-go-round is getting old real fast? [ a beat; resigned ] I don't even know what fucking day it is anymore...


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[ catch laura up on the deck, or at the commissary working. later in the week she'll have the dogs up in the Enclosure, or drinking her face off in the speakeasy because fuck the lounge now. ]