Outside Natalie's Apartment, Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Sunday

[whenshewasnice]

This morning had been the first time Natalie had actually freaked out over what she was doing with her life at the current moment. It didn't last long, and she'd been expecting it to happen the entire week she'd been here, but still. She got up, checked the news through scifi technology, and freaked out (albeit in a mild, internalized, Natalie-like fashion) for a good ten minutes about the reality of being here – in Haiti, in the future – instead of at college following a plan she'd set out for herself years ago.

And then it had passed, and she'd been able to focus on what was going on in the world again.

But maybe that was still the reason why she'd felt like inviting Jim over tonight. She'd dressed it up as celebrating her first complete week here, of course, but maybe some of it was just the reassurance of a friendly face who wasn't also a politician. So, she'd called him, and told him they were going to go have a nice dinner so he needed to wear his best (he wasn't as hard to convince as he liked to pretend) to go with her dress. And he'd showed up, and they'd had their nice dinner with appropriate conversation – she was pretty particular about not seeming in any way weird or inappropriate here – and now they were just heading to hers. Stepping into the elevator.

"I live on the top floor," she shared, as she pressed the corresponding button. "Has quite the view."

[ooc: NFB, reserved for that dude. Early because timezones, and I'm a rebel.]