[Christine is also sitting nearby, with her own pile of junk to sort through, but she's... not doing any of that. She's just staring at a bottle in her hands, expression unreadable.
She knows exactly what this is. Maybe not exactly, because she wasn't alive in 1989, but she knows what it's used for and she knows exactly what she has to do with it. She also knows just how dangerous it's going to be for her to use it, which is why her hands are trembling.
But she also knows who must have sent this to her. She looks up at the ceiling and knows what she has to do.
We were working together for this, right? I'm glad you're still with me.
She then stands, leaving behind her pile, which is weird, but at least she does pause for a moment, giving a distracted wave to Riley.]
Oh, hey! I didn't realize you were here, I...
[Wait a second, that's... familiar.]
What are you doing with one of my drama club's prop beakers?
lobby, let's do this
She knows exactly what this is. Maybe not exactly, because she wasn't alive in 1989, but she knows what it's used for and she knows exactly what she has to do with it. She also knows just how dangerous it's going to be for her to use it, which is why her hands are trembling.
But she also knows who must have sent this to her. She looks up at the ceiling and knows what she has to do.
We were working together for this, right? I'm glad you're still with me.
She then stands, leaving behind her pile, which is weird, but at least she does pause for a moment, giving a distracted wave to Riley.]
Oh, hey! I didn't realize you were here, I...
[Wait a second, that's... familiar.]
What are you doing with one of my drama club's prop beakers?