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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is sitting in a booth, drinking coffee.

The gah-I-hate-the-world expression is probably the result of drinking too much with Mark after the Dungeon Crawl.

No loud noises, please.

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[gotham_knocking]

"That is a look I saw in the mirror this morning. Only with less stubble." For once, Knox gives Sara a friendly smile. "How you hanging in?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Fine," she says flatly before sighing. "Sorry--don't mean to snap. My tolerance isn't how it used to be."

[gotham_knocking]

"Tolerance for reporters, or for dungeons and monsters and harpies and glowy things that should be asked to pay the therapy biils and the cleaning bills?" He gives another smile.

"Don't sweat it."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Reporters rarely drive me to drink and dungeons et. al really shouldn't have surprised me. I've been coming here over a year now."

She sighs, sitting up. "Coffee?"

Never let it be said she's not polite on occasion.