C40 Emmett

“I don't appreciate silly jokes. I know I look awful.” She said with a scowl on her face.

“This is me being truthful,” I said.

She wheeled herself around, keeping the room in order, picking up displaced objects one

after the other.

She seems to be someone of great resilience.

“I could help.”

“No.” She said sharply.

Of course, she's stubborn as well.

“I can do them all by myself