[ Vi's bare sympathy might not seem like much to her, but it's much more than Sally could have possibly received back home. It's a damn near normal reaction, so far removed from the insanity that Sally had been existing within that it shakes her to the core, making her realize how far she must have come and how hopeless this it truly is if Gwen is back where she left her.

Fuck in a bucket. She refuses to cry in front of an absolute stranger. That would be stupid, pointless, god-damn humiliating-- and worst of all, useless. ]

Well. That is something, believe it or not. A kinder response than I could have expected.

[ The distraught woman shakes her head, unable to repress the needless impulse to glance down and check her bag. Sally has just about exhausted the hope that sustains asking if anyone around here has seen Gwen, but she sure as fuck had not woken up that way. ]

I'd consider foul play, but... who kidnaps a baby? She's such a small thing, all she does is eat and poop

[ The sound she makes it supposed to be a very well practiced synthetic laugh, but it sounds so very sad, almost like she might cry. Her shoulders tense in defiant defense like her instincts are priming her for attack, and she swerves away from Vi whilst clasping a gloved hand across her own mouth.

Lock it down girl. ]

Thank you. Anyway. [ after a beat she speaks very tightly, straining to keep a level expression. ]