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[seewhatyoumean]

The door to the bar slams open under the (admittedly not all that impressive) weight of a young woman in a black body suit and a cape. Despite the wildly uncontrolled arc of her flight across the room, she tucks and rolls with casual grace so that she's on her feet almost the second she hits the ground. Her stance is ready, an obvious fighting

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[3nanashi]

Cass goes in for discreet entrances.

(Trowa glanced over fast at the slamming door, though the subtle tension of readiness was nearly invisible. It vanished an instant later, when it became clear that this was Cass and no fight following her.)

Yo, Cass.

[seewhatyoumean]

Cass subscribes to Gundam Pilot's Subtlety Monthly. Unfortunately, she can't read, so she hasn't managed to learn many of it's truly amazing tricks.

Her head swivels to look directly at Trowa. After all, she'd had plenty of time to scan the room during her brief arc through the air, and she always keeps an eye out for her friends.

[3nanashi]

Oh good. If she read it regularly, the bar would probably be in cinders by now.

Trowa fails to make any particular gesture of greeting, because such things are unnecessary with Cass. He knows she's seen him, anyway.

And, if she feels so inclined, he is at a table with extra seats.

[seewhatyoumean]

Why, so he does. And after a short, inevitable, stop by the Bar, Cass does indeed approach Trowa's table. And she's brought him a milkshake!

Isn't that thoughtful of her?

[3nanashi]

Why, that is indeed stunningly predictable thoughtful! How kind.

[seewhatyoumean]

Cass holds his milkshake out expectantly before she sits down. There's a subtle feeling to her stance that if he is interested in company he'll have to at least pretend he wants it. Or, well, take it.

[3nanashi]

Trowa accepts the glass blandly.

He might even have a sip of it!

No promises, though.

[seewhatyoumean]

Cass'll take what she can get. She flops into the chair with a sort of liquid grace that looks almost sloppy except for the way that she could respond to an attack at any moment.

She reaches up and peels her mask back, then lifts an eyebrow ever so slightly. Clearly things are up with Trowa. It is, after all, obvious.

Well. "Obvious".

[3nanashi]

Trowa does not mistake any of Cass's movements, no matter how sprawling, for sloppy.

He cocks his head at her infinitesimally. "I'm fine," he says.

He thinks she's asking something more specific, or more extensive, than that, but he's not sure of exactly what.

[seewhatyoumean]

Cass bounces her head from side to side in a sort of 'yeah, I can tell' gesture with a hint of impatience bleeding through.

It's not as bad as it would be if Trowa weren't much better at this than most people. As it is she just leans forward and slurps her shake with an expectant air.

This may not be the best plan as Trowa's not really one to get uncomfortable with expectant silence, certainly not enough to start talking without a prompt of some sort.

[3nanashi]

. . . Yeah, no, sorry. He's still waiting for a better cue as to what she's talking about.

[seewhatyoumean]

Cass sighs. If she were a theatrical sort, it would be a theatrical sigh. But she's not, so it's just a sigh. She ponders for a second, then nods to herself.

She gives an exaggerated shrug, a sort of universal signifier of a question. Then she points at the rafters without actually looking at them.

What's up, Trowa?

[3nanashi]

. . .

The problem here is that Trowa interprets that more literally than Cass may intend.

Not seeing anything in particular in the rafters, nor any other reason to be moving upwards nor focusing attention up there, he continues to be bemused.

Sorry, Cass.

[seewhatyoumean]

This draws a scowl and a bout of impatient foot tapping.

Except Cass can't come up with anything better. Which is sad considering how awful that last attempt had been. So she sighs heavily, foot still tapping in irritation, and sips at her milkshake.

Stupid language barrier.

[3nanashi]

"Sorry."

He has a sip of milkshake, which might be the apology continued or might be just because he's thirsty.

[seewhatyoumean]

Or both. Trowa is efficient that way, after all.

Cass shrugs in what is probably a gesture of acceptance and forgiveness, and leans forward on her elbows. Well... she's exhausted her question-asking abilities...