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[river_meimei]

Once again, River heads straight from the front door to the hallway that leads to the Security office. It's a long while before she reappears. There was a tension to her body, a faint troubled frown on her face, a stressed and wary watchfulness in her gaze; all of that is still there, undiminished.

She heads for the far wall of the bar, where she climbs rapidly from bench to table to booth back and settles into the rafters.

Comments

[river_meimei]

"It's very comfortable."

[jack_f_twist]

"Not for me it ain't. You're killin' my neck."

[river_meimei]

River looks suddenly worried.

"Not," she says hesitantly -- it's meant as a protest, but it sounds more like a question -- and lifts a hand a little.