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[nita_callahan]

The door opens and admits Nita, along with a brief sight of one of the Grand Central tracks and associated noise.

She barely gives the bar a glance, heading instead for a booth and pulling out a notebook (apparently from thin air). Flopping onto the bench, she starts flipping through the notebook and finally settles on a few pagesHer concentration

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[nita_callahan]

"Hm?"

She looks up briefly. "Hey, Behrooz. How're you?"

Distracted? Yeah, maybe a little.

[nita_callahan]

"Being confused, mostly."

She looks down at the notebook again, drumming her fingers against the table. "I've been having dreams for a couple weeks -- I'm trying to figure out how they're connected to . . ."

[oneman_onevote]

"Working?" says a quiet voice from a little way behind her.

Havelock's not actually lurking in the shadows. He was on his way outside to try another hour's training, but seeing Nita made him pause. It has been some time, after all.

[nita_callahan]

She startles and looks up.

"--Oh. Yeah, pretty much." A quick, somewhat abstracted smile. "Hi."

[oneman_onevote]

"Hello, Nita," he returns, stepping a little closer, so she doesn't have to peer around to see him.

"Interesting?"

She certainly looks... engaged by whatever it is.

[nita_callahan]

"Very."

She glances down at the notebook again.

"I'm trying to make some connections."

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche wanders over and slides into her booth uninvited.

"Dai."

[nita_callahan]

She looks up and gives him a quick, warm smile.

"Dai, Gavroche. How're you?"

[street_sparrow]

"Good", he says, smiling back. "You? What're you working on?"

[nita_callahan]

She taps the notebook.

"Dream interpretation, I think."

[musicintherain]

Palpable and intriguing, it should be said. Not that Zenobia, sans veil today, does anything to distract her, oh no.

She's just...watching.

[nita_callahan]

At some point, Nita looks up to flag down a waitrat. Catching Zenobia's eye, she gives her a small, distracted smile.

[musicintherain]

A little smile back.

"Hello again, Nita." Well, Zenobia had sounded young before...it's just hard to imagine how young, with the veil of last time.

At most, and if you squint, she looks seveteen. More likely, though, it's fourteen or fifteen.

[nita_callahan]

She blinks; the voice is familiar, and it only takes a minute to place it. "Hey, Zenobia."

No veil -- interesting.

[action_antihero]

Her concentration is rahter obvious, which is why Jack hesitates by her table for a moment. "Hey, Nita. Am I interrupting?"

[nita_callahan]

"Hm?"

She looks up and gives him a slightly distracted smile. "Hey, Jack. How're you?"

[action_antihero]

"All right. You look pretty preoccupied, though. Something wrong?" he asks, taking a seat.

[nita_callahan]

"Not exactly."

She leans back, glancing at the notebook. "I'm trying to tie some things together."