01 | action, arrival
[This place again? Well, it isn't so bad. Of course, she'll probably later get an earful for tracking dirt on the freshly polished quad floor. Oh well. If the janitory wants to pick a fight, that is just fine with her. He should just know that Fran is in no real mood to start a squabble. But then...when is she ever? Unless Balthier's butt is on the line, she's content to be idifferent.
She walks over the nearest bench and drops her duffles and carry-ons. She'd traveled light for the trip in the first place, so she'd only taken one and two packs that weren't heavily filled or very large in weight.]
Hmm.
[She pulls the letter from Cid from her pocket and seats herself next to her bags. She's already read it once, but she'll re-read it again until someone comes by. She's not really a social kind of person, but one thing she's learned while at Garden that forever remains a constant? You never really can have a moment to yourself.
So Fran welcomes interruption.]
She walks over the nearest bench and drops her duffles and carry-ons. She'd traveled light for the trip in the first place, so she'd only taken one and two packs that weren't heavily filled or very large in weight.]
Hmm.
[She pulls the letter from Cid from her pocket and seats herself next to her bags. She's already read it once, but she'll re-read it again until someone comes by. She's not really a social kind of person, but one thing she's learned while at Garden that forever remains a constant? You never really can have a moment to yourself.
So Fran welcomes interruption.]