Molly had only really headed into the Office to see if there was someone she could ask about her Security status - if the bar's going to keep showing up, she wants to know if she still counts as a member. After all, she does still have the badge - it's spent ten years wrapped up with Gert Yorkes's glasses in the beret Linguini gave her when he took her to Paris, never leaving her side.
Since there's no-one about, she glances into the cell area before bothering to leave a note, and sees...
Oh.
Oh.
He can't have lost it in the bar; he just wouldn't. Right? He tries so hard, it wouldn't be fair.
(She knows it doesn't work like that, but for once she wants to be right about something. Someone. Please, this once, let her be right.)
Besides, surely she'd have seen the mess? It's hard to judge the passage of time between visits, but she's pretty sure even the Loompas couldn't have cleared up after the Hulk that quickly.
She isn't at all certain what she's doing; in fact, she's pretty certain she's going to get this wrong. But hey, that's never stopped her before, right? At least, that's what she tells herself as she reaches out to touch the glass of Bruce's cell.
Too late to run away now, even if she wanted to.
(She's in civvies today: battered biker boots, threadbare skinny jeans and purple sweater. It actually makes her look a little older than the spandex does, and she's certainly more comfortable in it.)
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Since there's no-one about, she glances into the cell area before bothering to leave a note, and sees...
Oh.
Oh.
He can't have lost it in the bar; he just wouldn't. Right? He tries so hard, it wouldn't be fair.
(She knows it doesn't work like that, but for once she wants to be right about something. Someone. Please, this once, let her be right.)
Besides, surely she'd have seen the mess? It's hard to judge the passage of time between visits, but she's pretty sure even the Loompas couldn't have cleared up after the Hulk that quickly.
She isn't at all certain what she's doing; in fact, she's pretty certain she's going to get this wrong. But hey, that's never stopped her before, right? At least, that's what she tells herself as she reaches out to touch the glass of Bruce's cell.
Too late to run away now, even if she wanted to.
(She's in civvies today: battered biker boots, threadbare skinny jeans and purple sweater. It actually makes her look a little older than the spandex does, and she's certainly more comfortable in it.)