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[song_tra_bong]

And Mary Anne's back on the couch. A few more bruises from her fight with Martin decided to make themselves known; that plus last night's meeting of the minds with Namo didn't exactly equal a terrific night's sleep.

She is again using her book to keep the light out of her eyes. Not like she hasn't read it before.

[ooc: brief hiatus for dinner

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[not_de_la_vega]

Joaquin, when he blinked up from his paperwork finally, noted the woman on the couch, and his brow creased slightly, padding over, "Pardon if I interrupt miss, but are you in need of a room?"

He hadn't yet run across anyone who actually slept in the bar, and he'd been told that there were rooms for let, he could only assume that she didn't have means to pay for one and would be more than happy to provide.

[song_tra_bong]

She lifts the book off her face and offers the man a smile.

"No, thank you, I have one. Just didn't sleep so well last night and thought I'd try relaxing down here for a bit."

[not_de_la_vega]

"Ah." He dipped a slight bow then, smile quirking the corner of his mouth, "I didn't realize it was common practice to sleep in the bar itself."

[song_tra_bong]

She sits up, nodding deeply in return as she bites back a larger grin.

"Not exactly common practice but it's been known to happen."

[underwater_owl]

He hasn't heard anything.

But he's in the bar anyways, looking relaxed.

Care to change that?

[song_tra_bong]

Not particularly.

But it may be an unfortunate side-effect.

At some point, she flips the book off her face, stretches and looks around.

She sits up grinning. "Hey there, lovely. How's things?"

[underwater_owl]

"Very well."

He runs a hand through his hair and smiles brightly.

"How're you?"

[song_tra_bong]

She shrugs.

"Keeping it together. Last night was a little rough, but other than that, okay."

Somebody's winning an understatement of the year award.

[a_simple_choice]

A tall, dark haired man, Jor-El is standing ont eh ceiling, head down, ignoring gravity as he fiddles with some device, eyes pressed to the lenses... the light from the device may accidentally cross the book and her at times. He is somewhat absentminded as he works.

[song_tra_bong]

This is clearly why she has the book! To shield her eyes from Kryptonian technology!

Eventually, though, she does move the book and it doesn't take a beam of light in the face for her to notice the man on the ceiling.

She's talked to people in the rafters, but this is a whole new ballgame.

"Um...hi there."

[a_simple_choice]

He blinks and looks up... er, down, from where he is and nods to her.

"Ah... hello?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Hi," she repeats, still a little dumbstruck.

"What're you doing?"

[royal_guarantor]

There's a source of light a little closer than might be expected. Not a very big one, and dimmed by its location between Roshaun's cupped hands, but it's there.

[song_tra_bong]

The light manages to creep beneath the edge of the book and she pulls the book off her face to investigate.

She sits up, intrigued by the light in the young man's hands, though she doesn't say anything just yet.

[royal_guarantor]

His head's bent as he looks into the light intently, but her watching gradually comes to his notice, and he looks up.

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles.

"Hi. Sorry for staring, it's just...don't know many people who can do that."