About mid-day, Chloe sits on the dock near the boathouse intently contemplating the lake and chilly near-winter air. Steam rises from her breath, bundled in her dirty hoodie and worn jacket. Her nail polish is severely chipped - she hasn't found one yet that stands up to reaching into the guts of a cyborg and yanking out anything she can get a hold of.
She clutches a warm thermos full of coffee to her chest, hungrily absorbing the warmth to her core and takes a long, deep hit of a joint before a pull off her drink. The hippie speedball, best way to wake up before breakfast.
Breakfast, shit. She hadn't eaten yet, just downed her hormones, made sure Alice was okay, and headed down here to get herself right for what was coming. Not just the cave and that stone, but TDoR.
And some honest to god reasons to live.