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It has been an extremely long time. Nothing is generous enough to be familiar, but that doesn't waylay her. Katchoo rubs idly at a button pinned to the backpack strap on her shoulder as she picks her way through the ever-changing Nexus, finally settling for a mildly comfortable chair to sprawl on, and proceeds to watch the goings-on around her for a little while to see if she can catch any familiar faces.
She begins rummaging through her backpack soon after, bored with simply sitting. Idle hands have never been her thing. A myriad small oddities come out and begin to pile in her lap, and should anyone recognize her, they may notice a strange kind of implant in the skin of her forearm, along with much-faded scars almost everywhere visible on her. Finally, toying with a small plastic canary on her knee, she talks to nobody in particular, and her voice is bereft of most of the anger and turmoil it once carried.
"What was the most interesting thing you ever did? Do you have a token to remind you of it?"
She begins rummaging through her backpack soon after, bored with simply sitting. Idle hands have never been her thing. A myriad small oddities come out and begin to pile in her lap, and should anyone recognize her, they may notice a strange kind of implant in the skin of her forearm, along with much-faded scars almost everywhere visible on her. Finally, toying with a small plastic canary on her knee, she talks to nobody in particular, and her voice is bereft of most of the anger and turmoil it once carried.
"What was the most interesting thing you ever did? Do you have a token to remind you of it?"