Gerry is also at the communal laundry day. Contrary to appearances, the local goth does actually fuck with a little bit of vitamin D once in a while, so it's nice to get out into the sunshine. He brought a second barrel for an additional project as well--- dye. Within are a few odds and ends picked up at the yard crawl that were a great price, a good fit, and a decent style, but the wrong color. They languish in a metal tub full of steaming liquid void that reeks of vinegar and plant matter, most prominently boiled walnuts, the once white or colored fabrics doomed to their fate of eternal darkness.

While they boil, though, he does get to washing, deciding to share some space with his irritable new friend. She's hard at work, scrubbing roughly with her hair tied back and her sleeves rolled up high enough on muscular arms to not get soaked. She's treating those clothes like they killed her dog, so she's either never washed clothes by hand before (likely) or she's miserable to be here (also likely). Whether it's either or both, she looks like she might snap and bite the head off the first person who interrupts her. Poking this particular bear seems uniquely unwise.

So of course Gerry takes it upon himself to ask her extremely helpful questions.

"Having fun?"