[It's a fairly major change of pace; a space station stuck in unstable orbit about a black hole, that is further trapped in a time loop and haunted by clowns, to... the seat she doesn't usually occupy in this kind of medical horror.

Riley spends the majority of her paralysis working herself into and out of anxious terror, watching her vitals spike and dip, spike and dip. When movement returns to her, and she finds herself in the hospital's foyer, it's mostly whim that guides her to make the decision to stick around for a while. Really take in the atmosphere.

Any person who enters from deeper into this complex is getting stared at. Really stared at. She's staring extremely hard.]

[When one thinks of idyllic suburban children, it's probably not too far down the list of Iconic Acts^TM that one finds "running a lemonade stand."

So, while it's a bit aseasonal, it is unlikely to be that terribly jarring to anyone walking down one of the residential streets to see one such stand, painted a cute baby blue, and even decorated with a couple little faux lemons on the sign.

What is terribly jarring is that the sign atop it does not read "Lemonade." Instead, it reads "Surgery." Riley, who sits behind the counter of the stand, looks vaguely bored. There are multiple sharp implements on the counter before her.]

[Riley has, before this moment, had no real grand opinion on rain. It's just weather, and, frankly, she just plain had bigger fish to fry than to get frowny about a bit of water. Shit like that simply wouldn't slow Bonesaw down.

But now, in this moment?

Riley rushes into the cafe with what might be equal to her body weight in water soaking her through, the very image of an utterly miserable sopping wet cat. She sloshes her way over to the nearest table, swings an utterly waterlogged bag onto it with a wet splorch, and collapses into one of the seats and begins at the task of trying to wring the water out of her sleeves.

If anyone else was using it, she'll look at them after a moment, seemingly only just processing their existence.]

...how about that weather, huh? Fucking awful.

[want to do something else? go for it!]