[When it comes to people in need, allegiances stop mattering. That's something Dr. Sung has had the face personally, obviously-- first Clay and Desmond, now the understanding that there are likely more Assassins around. But she's no danger to them. Unless they're afraid she'll heal them to death. Be kind of counter-productive.
It hasn't been long, but she's been able to get herself to work, thanks to Dr. Watson. He'd been extremely generous letting some random woman take up space there, but she'd be the last person to turn that down. It mostly meant she'd spent half the near-month she's been in Asgard asleep over her desk or just too weary to make it to the Welcome Hall and instead found herself in a cot. Every so often, however, she'll make her way back. Trousers and sensible boots help the trek compared to, you know, a skirt and heels in this weather.
And it's not that she can't, from records, recognize Ezio. Dr. Sung has just stopped caring about these specifics. Getting dropped into this place shatters any real pretense of being shocked by much.
Still, upon entering the Welcome Hall ready to just go right to bed, thank you very much, it's hard to miss how weary someone can look just standing... She frowns, always careful to make sure her footstep are audible when approaching, and gently lays a hand on Ezio's arm.]
sigyn welcome hall
It hasn't been long, but she's been able to get herself to work, thanks to Dr. Watson. He'd been extremely generous letting some random woman take up space there, but she'd be the last person to turn that down. It mostly meant she'd spent half the near-month she's been in Asgard asleep over her desk or just too weary to make it to the Welcome Hall and instead found herself in a cot. Every so often, however, she'll make her way back. Trousers and sensible boots help the trek compared to, you know, a skirt and heels in this weather.
And it's not that she can't, from records, recognize Ezio. Dr. Sung has just stopped caring about these specifics. Getting dropped into this place shatters any real pretense of being shocked by much.
Still, upon entering the Welcome Hall ready to just go right to bed, thank you very much, it's hard to miss how weary someone can look just standing... She frowns, always careful to make sure her footstep are audible when approaching, and gently lays a hand on Ezio's arm.]