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[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie hid. She's not proud of it, but she hid. After this? You'd hide too.

She's done hiding though, but she hasn't convinced herself she's able to go home.

So here Sallie is.

Not hiding.

[ooc: Uh. Please to be pinging stephmuji pre-tagging.]

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[true_desire]

If Sallie's not hiding, than neither is Desire.
Not, of course, that Desire has any reason to hide.

And that would be why Desire is lurking about the bar, idly smoking through a pack of cigarettes.

[realmrsreynolds]

There's an attempt at flipping through some of Tom's books Sallie's still lugging around. She pushes the last one away from her at her space on the table in disgust.

A cigarette's lit in Sallie's periphery. She looks --

-- and is possibly disappointed.

[true_desire]

Though for a moment there, there might well be a resemblance to her boys a couple of gents that she knows or knew -- Certainly, the easy handling of the cigarette and the hat pushed back as Jack wore his now and again, but mostly because maybe, just maybe, Sallie wanted to see Ennis again.

Too-golden eyes land on Sallie Reynolds, and there's a momentary flicker of -- what, recognition? Fear? -- before the younger patron's attention returned to spindling the cellophane of a cigarette pack.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Smoking's not particularly healthful," Sallie hazards, not totally sure why she bothers.

[true_desire]

Desire can't help the wry smirk, any more than Sallie can help the warning -- and it also actively returns her to the Endless's attention.

"Tell me. Does anyone ever listen to that warning?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"No. Folk do what they want."

[true_desire]

"Tch! That, they do." Desire chuckles as if Sallie had made a joke -- and if you were on the inside track, maybe she just did, at that.

"Purely curious, Mrs. Reynolds, and duìbùqĭ, as I'm not aiming to be rude -- but why keep trying?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Folk do what they want, but they're also fickle. Can change their minds, if you want to try it."

[true_desire]

Desire supposes that's true enough, and doesn't really feel like finding fault in the argument: Perhaps that's why Desire offers her a small shrug and stubs out the cigarette.

... Not that Desire isn't going to light up a fresh one in short order.

[realmrsreynolds]

The quiet is enough to get Sallie's thoughts in order -- the gold had distracted her.

"How'd you know my name, sir?"

[true_desire]

Tch.

Desire stands, doffs his hat and puts it over his heart, attempting a little aw-shucks down-home chivalry. "Pardon me, Mrs. Reynolds. Desire of the Endless, at your service."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie blinks once, twice.

"I know your brother. A little."

[true_desire]

Desire can't help but grin. "What a coincidence. I know my brother a little, too."

If there had been a countdown of the time before Desire's next cigarette, it just zeroed: Desire settles the hat back where it belongs and roots through jacket pockets after the lighter and cigarettes hidden there.

"I also know your son -- Mal's a fine man, ma'am."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Thank you. I suppose you -- "

Sallie's a quick one, no denying.

" -- suppose you met through Inara?"

[true_desire]

"Could say that."

Beat, just long enough for Desire to take a breath off the now-lit cigarette.

"Technically, ma'am, I know everyone -- no introduction needed."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Ah. Of course."

For a time, a long moment, Sallie has no clue what to say.

"My apologies -- I'm not...I'm not terribly personable this evening."