She nods, tearing her gaze away from the terrible sight. This must be one of the newer shelters, or something like - something to withstand the wrath of the German air force. Her motions are rote as she sits - smoothing her skirt, taking off her hat and trying not to crumple it along with her heavy driving gauntlets, setting her pack to one side.
"I suppose it's a good thing I have my ration book with me."
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Date: 2014-02-25 08:58 am (UTC)"I suppose it's a good thing I have my ration book with me."