"I assume it's all sorted out?"
She's kept watch patiently under the tree, watching and waiting. The heat in the shade isn't as bad as the heat in the sun, but even accustomed to this weather, the jacket is too warm for her liking. She just keeps telling herself that it was worth being able to hide her protection.
She wants to be more helpful, but there isn't much she can do without blowing the potential cover of being a freelance journalist. It's putting her back on edge, and that's not going to be useful for being subtle here at all.
I've returned. Eighteen hour days with mostly no internet do not make for much time for posting. Thanks for ghosting me Cross!