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The door opens and admits Nita, along with a brief sight of one of the Grand Central tracks and associated noise.
She barely gives the bar a glance, heading instead for a booth and pulling out a notebook (apparently from thin air). Flopping onto the bench, she starts flipping through the notebook and finally settles on a few pages.
Her concentration is almost palpable.
She barely gives the bar a glance, heading instead for a booth and pulling out a notebook (apparently from thin air). Flopping onto the bench, she starts flipping through the notebook and finally settles on a few pages.
Her concentration is almost palpable.