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She didn't know why she hadn't gone home. It wasn't like she was stuck in the bar. She'd told Suzi that she could see the door. And she could. So by what she'd been told she wasn't bound to this place. But something had kept her from going home. Back to Hannibal King. The only male that she did trust nowadays. The only guy to back her up when her life was in danger. The day before this she'd asked the Bar for a room key and had gotten it, slept in that room... or at least had tried to anyways. Now though she's back downstairs and laying out on the couch. Though she's not entirely with it and she's staring off into space.

Distractions would be good. Before she ends up just taking everything she's been bottling up inside and breaks down.

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She nodded, giving the spindle a twist, rather like an airborne top really, waiting until it touched the floor to wind the yarn back up, "Understandably so."