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The rest of the drive continued in silence. Rhiannon tried to use the time to sort a bit through her thoughts but every time she made an attempt to categorize or evaluate her emotions, Lisa's words, Lisa's actions... she felt tears burning behind her eyes. So she gave it up for now. It wasn't that Rhiannon was afraid of crying and she wasn't holding back because of Lisa either. But she knew if she started now, she wouldn't stop until they had sorted through it at least roughly and she could fall back into her wife's arms.

So the silence stretched out between them as Rhiannon watched the street pass by once again. Would it have been different if she had told her yesterday? Or a year ago? Would it have made a difference? Yes. Rhiannon truly believed it would have. She should have told her from the start. Secrets in a relationship were bound to rot the fruits.

She glanced over at her wife who was focused on the road. Her fingers itched with the need to reach out and just touch her. To just know that they would be fine. It was a ridiculous thing: Lisa had made her feel bad and hurt and the only person Rhiannon wanted comfort from about it was... well, Lisa.

As the building complex drew closer, Rhiannon pulled down the mirror above her seat and tried to fix her hair. It still looked a goddamn mess but at least it wasn't halfway hanging off anymore. So much about that hairdo...

Very unlike them, the two wives parked the car, entered the facility and went through all security checks without speaking another word. There was no quick kiss when they parted. Lisa making her way to engineering and Rhiannon heading straight to the experiment chamber. [color=efd7ad]"Gentlefolks"[/color], she greeted the room full of people. Some of the workers looked up to greet her with a nod, many motioned a hello in their way and some greeted her by her maiden name, as was usual in the lab.

Rhiannon didn't show her displeasure of the 10 supervisors in her lab on her face but her wife would know. And so would most of the people they had worked with for years. They knew Rhiannon Windsor well enough to understand she didn't like the external supervisors and she would not like 10 more than she did 4. [color=efd7ad]"I can't mind. My contract doesn't permit me"[/color], she joked riskily with dripping sarcasm. The one who had spoken to her laughed, some others chuckled - rather uncomfortably - but many stayed silent and dead-faced. [color=efd7ad]"I would ask to know every detail of what you are about to do with your fine equipment though if you please. It is of great importance that my wife and I know of every item coming in and out of this room to include all variables and factor in all possible interferences. You see, the portal is a very remarkable yet somewhat unstable thing. I'd like to prevent any accidents."[/color]

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