Current mood:

contemplative

Looking out over the edge (open)
Sammy was no stranger to the helicarrier. She'd had the run of S.H.I.E.L.D. directorate and the helicarriers all her life. She loved to stand on the flight deck in the dark. Dad would pace the deck when he was thinking about things. It was a habit she'd picked up early.

She had a lot to think over and some plotting to do.