[Justine is dressed in a thin white kimono and very little else. Her hair is down and her features are gaunt and pale. She's staring at the back of her home but she doesn't look as if she's pressing to get inside. There is something waiting for her in there, a dark future that she isn't ready to face.
She turns when she spots Rich and forces, through great effort, for her shoulders to relax. There are pillows arranged around the wooden seat where Justine had been resting and thin sheer curtains that did little to cover her or the long bed like seat of the structure.]
Sit.
[Her voice is soft and sweet but lacking in a way that it hadn't before.]
Action
She turns when she spots Rich and forces, through great effort, for her shoulders to relax. There are pillows arranged around the wooden seat where Justine had been resting and thin sheer curtains that did little to cover her or the long bed like seat of the structure.]
Sit.
[Her voice is soft and sweet but lacking in a way that it hadn't before.]