no one said "action" had to be action-y.
[It's mid-afternoon, and Seven is seated in the coffee shop across the street from Becker Heights. It may be inferior to the establishment Mello favors, but it is more conveniently located. She seems occupied taking meticulous notes -- people usually do try to look busy when they're at a cafe or restaurant alone. She's also trying to drink a black coffee, very slowly. There were plenty of options on the menu, and she chose the one she'd least enjoy. Maybe she's a glutton for punishment. She pulls a repulsed face whenever she musters the will to take another sip.]