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X slips in through the front door, laptop in hand. After a brief stop at Bar to check for messages and to place an order for dinner, she settles down at a corner table.

After eating, she cracks open the laptop and gets to work.

Blueprints are not confusing, except when they contain multiple contradictions within one document.

Hmm.

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[master_wayne]

Bruce spots her, watches a moment and smiles to himself at the look of confusion.

And then flops down unceremoniously next to her.

'Hi.'

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She looks up and over at him with no visible surprise.

Scent is a fine thing.

"Hello."

Beat.

"Bruce."

[master_wayne]

For a mad moment, he wonders what she'd do if he kissed her on the cheek.

Stab him, possibly. Probably.

The moment passes.

'What're you doing? And...how are you?'

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Startled looks and some questions are not outside the realm of possibility.

But as the moment has passed --

"I am working. A little. I do not know if it will become a mission."

But knowing the plans for where certain members of HAMMER spend their time is probably not unwise.

"You are okay, too?"

[shadowsusannah]

The door Susannah comes through doesn't lead to Maine this time. There are a couple of clues. The hotel room visible on the other side; her surprised (fading to pleased) expression at finding the bar in a new place; more than anything, though, it's how she looks and how's dressed.

She's somewhere hot, and she has to look professional. She's seriously considering shaving her head.

She spots X immediately, and plans to head that way once she has a drink. She could use it. She's not a people person, and she's shaken a lot of hands today.

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X catches Susannah's scent, turning toward her almost immediately.

Half a moment later she flicks the laptop closed and approaches, careful not to be too quiet.

That would be rude.

"Susannah. You have been working?"

She is okay?

[shadowsusannah]

"I have," she says. "I've taken on a consulting gig for the summer." She sounds... just faintly amused with herself. Maybe with her phrasing, or the image of herself as a consultant in the field of making trouble. "In Texas, Lord help me."

She takes the Dragonfly and steers the powered chair away from the bar; it's still not quite high enough to sit there comfortably, although she sits higher than in the manual chair.

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X follows along just to her side, head tilting very slightly.

"You have not been to Texas before?"

She'll ask about the consulting in a bit.

Probably.

[shinigami_rem]

"Hello," said Rem from the rafter above the table.

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X looks up, flicking her laptop closed as she does so.

"Hello."

Beat.

"You have been okay?"

[shinigami_rem]

"Yes, and you?" asked Rem. There was something about this girl that was soothing to the death god. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't expect her to talk.

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"Yes," X says.

Carefully.

"I have not been busy."

Comparatively, at least.