[ Her ports are aching again - the low ones, just at the angle she can't quite reach.

It's cold - or heat - or any shift really, that does it - nothing major, nothing serious. An ache in her lower back where the metal doesn't settle to skin right. Where it feels like it's so itchy with the niggling feeling of it, that as she scratches at it - she might scratch her skin.

One more thing to never forgive Jack for, because it's something little, something slight. One more thing she misses eridium for. Never felt anything then - did she? The hum, the buzz, she shuts her eyes tightly against like she must, day after day, and wedges her back against the corner of a hive doorway. Wriggling her back into the sharp edge in an effort to scratch it. The bump of the port as she shifts her weight, dragging it across, trying to get some relief. Just waiting for the kettle to boil in the kitchen, making like a Bullymong. An irritable sigh. ]

Stupid, dumb -

[ Just another day, really. ]