It feels like hours to Vi as she waits for Cait to get whatever it is she needs. Probably some moisturizer or she needs to fix her hair.

Vi again underestimated Cait, and her eyes grow wide as she sees the toy in Cait’s hands. She knows what it is, of course, she’s been in prison for years but not under a rock. Still, she swallows hard and sits up, absentmindedly closing her legs as she carefully takes it from Cait as if it might explode.

“I’m just as good with my hands, you know,” she offers, stamping her nerves down.