Back <--- To The -- Lobby?
Doc's sitting in the lobby of the Conrad Hotel, looking rather pensive. Little gusts of wind occasionally stir the tails of his black coat -- something he's trying to quell, for fear of any of the normal guests possibly noticing something's not-quite-right with him.
He's never really noticed the lobby before. Sure, he and Aubrey would have to walk through it to and from work sessions on the Skid, but Doc was focused then on Aubrey xemself, chatting and joking. Now, it seems like a completely foreign place, always busy, with people walking around and entering the two attached restaurants. Doc presses himself into his seat, trying to look noncholant. Hard to believe that, not a week ago, he'd boldly walk through this place without fear, covered in grease and talking to Aubrey about time travel theory.
Doc's not exactly looking for company -- he's really just people-watching and getting used to being upstairs -- but he wouldn't be adverse to getting some.
He's never really noticed the lobby before. Sure, he and Aubrey would have to walk through it to and from work sessions on the Skid, but Doc was focused then on Aubrey xemself, chatting and joking. Now, it seems like a completely foreign place, always busy, with people walking around and entering the two attached restaurants. Doc presses himself into his seat, trying to look noncholant. Hard to believe that, not a week ago, he'd boldly walk through this place without fear, covered in grease and talking to Aubrey about time travel theory.
Doc's not exactly looking for company -- he's really just people-watching and getting used to being upstairs -- but he wouldn't be adverse to getting some.