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Truman seem divided tonight. Looking at the Window, but also at Front Door. Window, Door.
Window, Door.

There was a plate of food cooling near him. Some tea barely touched.

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"Is the door showing up for you, or not?"

He's being addressed by a middle-aged woman nearby, who's been following his divided gaze with some curiosity.

Truman glanced over.

"Oh, it is. Was just thinking about something," he admitted with a sheepish shrug.

"Ah, I see. Sorry to bother you."

Truman shook his head, "You're not really."

He gave her a small smile, "Actually, I could use a distraction if you don't mind chatting? I'm mostly harmless?"

That gets a grin. "I could use a distraction myself. I can't see the door, you see. Haven't been able to for weeks."

She offers a hand. "Cordelia Vorkosigan."

"Aw, sorry to hear that. I was Bound for a while. But it hasn't mattered that much to me either way."

He was very sincere, and he then brightened some, "I'm Truman Burbank, nice to meet you, uh, Mrs., Ms., or is it Lady Vorkosigan? Hard to tell with some people around here, you know?" He then went to take her hand to shake.

"Cordelia will do, thanks," she says comfortably. "Technically it's either Countess or Vicereine, but I get enough of that back home."

"Nice to meet you, Cordelia then," He brightly replied.

"I guess you've been here for a while too? It's been over a year for me."

"I've been coming here for about a year and a half," she tells him. (It's closer to two and a half years in terms of bar time, but Cordelia has no way of knowing that.)

"Oh ok. Funny, didn't remember seeing you around that much before. But people get busy right? Can say the same for myself after all."

"Very true. And lately I haven't been coming here as often as I used to -- things at home have needed my attention."

She glances in the direction of the door.

Truman nodded, "That'll do it." He glanced at the door again. Brief shudder.
He rubbed his arms some.

"Sorry, just not used to the cold, I guess. Seemed more cold and dark these days." Dark.... what is it about?

"It's winter here, I understand. Though I'm not at all sure what pattern the outdoor seasons follow, if any."

"Right, winter. I've seen ice and snow outside around here."

Truman added with a glance to the door, "Winter back there too. Just seems colder than usual though."

A small thoughtful frown. "Are temperatures measurably any lower, or is this a subjective reaction? Do you know?"

Truman considered that for a moment, "I've haven't been around there that much, but it did seem measurably lower I guess? I haven't really walked around there." Been too afraid to, considering the fans coming after him last time. And other things that had his mind fuzzy.

"Hmm. Does it seem colder to you here, too, or just back home?"

Truman blinked with realization, "It has. I thought it was just that I wasn't used to it. But yeah... it has. ...Bad dreams too, but that's probably nothing, right?

He glanced at her, "Probably think I should stop by the infirmary, too, huh? Probably just sick with something."

She nods. "You could be. I'd get yourself checked out, if I were you."

Truman gave a small smile, "Right. I'll do that. Probably just a cold." One that lasts for a few months now? He frowned some in thought as he got up.

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