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[k_gabriel]

Karla...hasn't been out of the shelter much in the past few days.

Something's going on. She doesn't know what--doesn't care what so long as she can avoid getting involved--but there's been a general sense of increased edginess lately, a vibe that says it might be best to lay low for a while--along with the odd rumor that's probably exaggeration,

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[bass_line_blues]

Preston's headed into the building on his way back from the club when he sees Karla.

He slows, a little.

He hadn't been meaning to approach her. Definitely not in a setting outside of the club, outside of the band and away from the automatic cameraderie of guitar and bass. But it seems it can't be helped.

So he raises a hand in greeting. "Hey," he says, and starts up the steps.

[k_gabriel]

The lighter flicks closed again, and this time Karla slips it in her pocket, and then rests her elbows on her knees as he approaches.

"Hey."

[bass_line_blues]

. . . he cannot say 'hey' again. His next logical step is stymied!

He's reached the top step, and is standing opposite to her. Perhaps the easiest thing to do is just to go inside and let Karla remain in full possession of the stoop?

He reaches for the door handle.

[k_gabriel]

...He's going to make her be the first one to actually talk, isn't he.

"You in a hurry to get in, or something?"

It doesn't mean she has to be particularly helpful with what she talks about.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen, as it happens, has been doing Business.

(Okay. She was trading for new lightbulbs for the Wasteland bathrooms. Same diff.)

She now has a package being carried gently under one arm, and is on her way back to install the suckers, when she sees Karla.

... Totally surprised here. Seriously.

:O!

[k_gabriel]

Karla raises one hand in what might be a wave if it was more enthusiastic.

"Hey. How's it going?"

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen smiles ruefully.

"Oh, you know ... not bad. Not good, not bad. We've got new lightbulbs now."

She hefts the package.

"Try to contain your joy."

[k_gabriel]

Karla snorts, and then adopts an excited expression.

"Aw, man, lightbulbs? Rock on!"

[toomuchstoker]

[k_gabriel]

Karla glances up.

The shelter and the club are the two safest places in town, for her; the club has the distinct advantage of motorcycle werewolves devoted to keeping it safe, which the club lacks, but in general, her guard's still pretty low here.

Which is to say: her shoulders tighten a little at being surprised by an unfamiliar guy, but she holds the lighter out obligingly.

"Sure."

[toomuchstoker]

[k_gabriel]

Karla darts a glance back toward it, and shrugs.

"Pretty good. Takes some cooperation, that many people living together, but we make it work."