Addyson was laying down on the couch, her feet propped up on the armrest. She cocked her head, frowning as she noticed scuff marks that she really could only noticed while she was sitting there with all of her attention on the shoes. Her partner was late, and she had gotten bored of counting ceiling tiles. She hated the time between getting somewhere and actually beginning what you were there to do.
But there were worse things than being stuck in a swanky hotel. Addyson jumped at every opportunity she had to get out do a mission. She still wasn’t used to being stuck in one place. She felt like she had to keep moving. She was always restless. Division had changed a lot of her habits, but her need to constantly be moving could never seem to be cured.