MHA #8 | Friday Morning

Faye had made a promise awhile ago, and today she was finally getting around to it. For as much of a ditz she could play at being, she was surprisingly handy.

So here she was, Friday morning while Stark was at class, casually installing a new lock on his door. A better lock. One that your average sneaky thief couldn't just get past. Not like the discarded lock on the floor over there, which had been laughably easy to get past, again.

But this new lock was pretty nice, if she said so herself. And it was nice to have a little project. Something to do with her hands besides smoking. (She was still smoking, too. Of course.)

[for the alien whose apartment she's in, but if you want to chastise her for smoking in this apartment building, the door is literally open!]