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[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm Crowe comes in from the back, dressed in the jogging suit he's been in a lot lately. Still in training, apparently, and his regimen is starting to have an effect. Malcolm may never be buff, but at least he's starting to look in shape

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[petraarkanian]

Petra pokes at her food nearby. The bar is still refusing to give her the key, she assumes the food before her is the qualification to get it. She frowns as she looks at the food.

[spooky_shrink]

"Hi." Malcolm notices her frowning from his seat at the bar.

He smiles slightly. "Sometimes Bar has her own ideas. Or seems to, anyway."

[petraarkanian]

Petra starts at the sound of the voice and falls out of her chair in an attempt to get up.

[spooky_shrink]

Startled, Malcolm instinctively lunges forward, reaching for her arm in the hope of keeping her from falling too hard.

[petraarkanian]

He would have gotten her too, except she pulls away and hits the ground, rather then have him touch her.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm winces at her impact, but he noticed her pulling away from him. So when he crouches next to her, he's careful to keep enough distance to honor her personal space. Then he asks,

"Sorry to startle you. Are you all right?"

[petraarkanian]

"Yeah..." She catches hold of a nearby seat and pulls herself up onto her feet and brushes off her clothes.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm watches her carefully for just a moment, but then satisfied that no harm was done, he takes his seat again too.

"I'm Malcolm. Malcolm Crowe."

He considers offering her his hand to shake, but considering her earlier reaction, he opts instead just to smile a greeting.

[petraarkanian]

She manages to smile.

"Petra Arkanian. Sorry for starting... the last few weeks have pretty much shot my people skills."

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm smiles. "Not a problem. Honest."

"Actually, that you usually have people skills puts you ahead of most people here."

[petraarkanian]

A small laugh for that. "It is easy, just don't speak much and stay to the shadows." She sits back down in her seat and turns slightly so she can face him as she picks at her food.

[spooky_shrink]

"I can think of worse ways to deal with this place."

"Have you been here long?"

[petraarkanian]

She considers the question, frowing again. "Off and on for... eight years?" She thinks about it again. "Yeah... I was nine or ten when the door yanked me away from the school."

A few bites of food. "Your self?"

[spooky_shrink]

"Going to be a year-and-a-half soon," Malcolm replies, hardly able to believe it as he says it.

"I came here when--. Well, lets just say, I'm Bound."

[petraarkanian]

An eyebrow raised, but she won't ask. "There are advantages to that." She says it without emotion.

[spooky_shrink]

"Well, it probably beats the alternatives," Malcolm replies, with a trace of a smirk.

"Not too hungry, huh?" he nods toward her plate.