Choo choo here comes the train

God damn hail- With an annoyed huff Julliet sought out shelter under the roof of the Carnegie workshop. She didn't know much about them apart from the fact they made the very trains that rode through town and were never fucking on time. But she did greatly appreciate their overhanging roof in this instance. She could handle any weather but those damn iceballs. With a bit of a sigh, she sat down on one of the crates hiding underneath the roof with her. They were undoubtedly filled to the brim with metals that couldn't afford to rust once the rain, snow and hail leaked through the wooden boxes. But despite being fairly certain of this, the woman had to peak through one of them behind them just to confirm her suspicions. Just to prove herself right, it did wonders for the ego after all. And with the bliss of being right, she bent her gaze back to the doors of the workshop,  moving her hands to the pockets of her dress to reach for her flask hidden somewhere within the mess she made of them. Old bandages, her lighter, some random notes from weeks ago- "fuck." she huffed to herself as the realisation of the flasks absence hit her rather hard. "Motherfucker" she could almost envision it in HD, her flask laying upon the table she had left it at that morning.