[ renfri, in the meantime, has got her own wounds — superficial compared to his — dressed and, like so many others, makes it to the kitchens to get something to eat... or drink.
drinking sounds particularly appealing. so she pours herself a large mug of ale, dressed still in her half-bloody white dress shirt and black dress pants, hair mussed from her carefully arranged curls, and her sword strapped to her side, still.
oh, she fully intends to sit on her own at first, to find an empty table and talk to absolutely no one... but she spots kovacs, and, recognising him from the involuntarily-witnessed top floor scene, the corner of her mouth twists up into a grin.
she sits opposite him with no fanfare, and as he questions her decision, she shrugs, taking a large gulp of her ale before setting her mug back on the table. ]
I can move, if you'd like.
[ she absolutely does not look like she'd move, even if he asked. besides... he may have not seen her, but maybe her voice is enough. ]
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drinking sounds particularly appealing. so she pours herself a large mug of ale, dressed still in her half-bloody white dress shirt and black dress pants, hair mussed from her carefully arranged curls, and her sword strapped to her side, still.
oh, she fully intends to sit on her own at first, to find an empty table and talk to absolutely no one... but she spots kovacs, and, recognising him from the involuntarily-witnessed top floor scene, the corner of her mouth twists up into a grin.
she sits opposite him with no fanfare, and as he questions her decision, she shrugs, taking a large gulp of her ale before setting her mug back on the table. ]
I can move, if you'd like.
[ she absolutely does not look like she'd move, even if he asked. besides... he may have not seen her, but maybe her voice is enough. ]