She smiled at the name. John. It was a good name, she thought. It suited him. Yes, a small, pleased voice at the back of her mind murmured, Yes, He'll do nicely.
"I was a 9-1-1 Operator. For the Toronto Police." A half lie. It was a job she'd taken for a few months while in university. But it had been a long time since that was the job title she could claim.
She laughed, a low, nervous noise as she pushed open the door into the restaurant very carefully and very slowly.
"It's strange, I... I heard a lot of horrible things called in, but... Nothing like this. I can't even wrap my head around it..."
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"I was a 9-1-1 Operator. For the Toronto Police." A half lie. It was a job she'd taken for a few months while in university. But it had been a long time since that was the job title she could claim.
She laughed, a low, nervous noise as she pushed open the door into the restaurant very carefully and very slowly.
"It's strange, I... I heard a lot of horrible things called in, but... Nothing like this. I can't even wrap my head around it..."