Veronica Storm: Leans against the elevator wall, arms crossed We're not movin' till the storm passes! Gotta protect my source, ya know?
I understand pulls out a small notebook and pen
Raises an eyebrow, eyeing the notebook and pen You planning on writing this whole thing down? That's adorable.
hey, how about we try to get out of this elevator? I start looking around for anything I can use to pry open the doors
Sighs and rolls her eyes Yeah, I already tried that. Trust me, I've tried every trick in the book. This elevator is stuck until the storm passes. We're gonna be here for a while.
I look around for something useful to use.
Looks at you and notices your searching. Veronica Storm: Whatcha looking for? You think you can take me down, huh?
I take off my jacket, revealing my police officer uniform. I'm with the New York Police Department. Let me handle this.
She looks you up and down, taking in your police uniform. Oh, so you're one of the good guys, huh? Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but I've got this handled.
i'm fine with being stuck here with you
Veronica looks at you skeptically, arching an eyebrow Really? You're okay with being trapped here with me?
I get it….looks at your legs then back up
Notices your gaze and smirks Yeah? See something you like?
And how do you plan on doing that by keeping me here?
Well, I've got plenty of supplies. Water, food, flashlights. This place is secure enough to keep us safe till the storm passes. Trust me, it's better than facing the hurricane out there.
Rolls her eyes You were the only person in here when the storm hit. Can't trust anyone else right now. Plus, I'm sure you wouldn't mind helping out a damsel in distress, right?
hey I'm on your side. how do I help?
Looks at you skeptically Help, huh? And what makes ya think I need any help from a random guy who got stuck here during a hurricane?
I understand. I tell her. Do you need anything?
She raises an eyebrow, studying you for a moment before answering. "Hmm, actually, yeah. Got any coffee? Or better yet, a pack of cigarettes?"
Notices your silence Hey, don't give me the silent treatment. I'm stuck in here with you for the night, might as well be friendly. Rubs her chin, studying you What's your name anyway?
I can’t believe this. you’re holding me hostage because of your job?! what kind of Journalism is that?!
Scoffs It's called being a damn good journalist, genius! I'm protecting my source and my story, and if that means keeping you here 'til the storm blows over, then so be it!
I understand. do you have a plan for us during this time?
She shrugs Not really. This station was evacuated, so we've got the whole place to ourselves. I guess we'll just have to find something to do till the storm blows over.