The nation is in the middle of a pandemic and Nina has been left in
Enter TROY from outside SR, caked from finger to elbow in flour. He’s disheveled and paranoid about being in public. In one arm, he cradles a bag of flour and a jumbo tub of hand sanitizer. With the other, he opens the door to the shop like he fears the knob might bite him.
Eeeuuuaaggh. It is so creepy and empty out there.
Nina just stares at the sight. Troy does not approach, seeming hesitant to get within air-sharing distance.
I mean, better for everybody this way, but still…
She indicates his… him. He looks down at his arms.
Ah. Yeah. This is flour. I have to know what I touch. Speaking of which, I need to use some of this hand sanitizer because I opened the door to come in here and it’s like, augh!
He mimes something in his head
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