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[river_meimei]

River's under a booth, curled up. She's wearing Roland's coat, and a purple sundress, and a bracelet of tiny golden bells.

Every so often, she touches her bracelet lightly with a finger, and a tiny chiming melody rings out.

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[jack_f_twist]

It's the chime that catches Jack's attention, probably, from where he's sitting at the bar with a significantly empty bottle of whiskey, and he turns his head to see where it's coming from.

Sadly for him, he's only looking at head- and chair-level, and, confused, he turns further to look around.

[river_meimei]

He's far enough away that River can see him from under her table, although just barely. Which means he'll be able to see her, too, once he figures out where to look.

River hasn't noticed his attention yet, though. Her head is tipped back against the wall, and her eyes are turned to the underside of the table. She may or may not be seeing it.

She brushes the bracelet again, and another chiming snatch of melody rings out. Longer than you'd think from a brief touch; the bells are enchanted.

[jack_f_twist]

Another shimmer of notes and Jack's head moves to listen. His eyes drift down, see the curled figure underneath the booth, and something like a smile touches his mouth.

He doesn't move, though. Not just yet, but his hand on the whiskey glass relaxes a little, and he just listens for a moment, watching her watch the table.

[river_meimei]

After a minute River's head rolls to the side, a little, and her gaze slides across the room.

She looks past Jack, the first time; when she looks back, she focuses on him instead of the air above his head. And, after a moment, smiles a little.

[shakenstrfaith]

Scully was in a booth nearby, and noticed the young woman curled up.

She got up, and knelt down, peering at her, "Miss, are you all right?"

[river_meimei]

River peers at her, a little sidelong.

After too long a moment, she nods.

[shakenstrfaith]

Scully frowned at that pause, but unsure how to help her.

"Do you need anything? Any help at all?"

Then a thought popped into her mind. Sometimes, intuition rears its head. She seems like she's lost something.

"...Did you lose something?"

[river_meimei]

River just looks at her, for a long moment.

Then, low, "It's not relevant."