Faye is in her apartment, sprawled on the floor of the living room. The door is partway open, and she's visible. It looks like she's writing or drawing in a notebook.

Feel free to bother, if you want. She's always had an open-door policy when it comes to her apartment.

Faye is sitting in her apartment, scribbling in a notebook, the door open. Occassionally she looks out the window and sighs.

She's botherable. Really.

Faye hates being lonely.

(ooc: Occassionally may be slowtimed.)