Katara (
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milliways_bar2013-07-03 09:36 pm
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[Not-OOM: "Um, Aang? This place is weird."]
Despite Aang's assurances, Katara is still feeling rather uncomfortable in this place. It's new, doesn't make any sense, and it seems like everything in it is more foreign than anything she could have imagined.
She does set this feeling aside long enough to order water and seaweed bread from the Bar. It's one familiar thing, at least, and she picks up the plate and cup, carrying them over to a table with a good view of the barroom, as well as the door.
As she'd left her bag back with Sokka in her world, Katara chooses to cope with the fact that she has nothing else to do in this moment by breaking her bread into smaller and smaller pieces. But it's likely something will distract her before she takes this too far.
Despite Aang's assurances, Katara is still feeling rather uncomfortable in this place. It's new, doesn't make any sense, and it seems like everything in it is more foreign than anything she could have imagined.
She does set this feeling aside long enough to order water and seaweed bread from the Bar. It's one familiar thing, at least, and she picks up the plate and cup, carrying them over to a table with a good view of the barroom, as well as the door.
As she'd left her bag back with Sokka in her world, Katara chooses to cope with the fact that she has nothing else to do in this moment by breaking her bread into smaller and smaller pieces. But it's likely something will distract her before she takes this too far.

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Then he starts looking for a table and stops when he spots Katara, she's pretty and looks unhappy, "Miss, you doin' alright?"
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Or at least, Aang says so.
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She seems like someone he'd remember if he'd seen her before.
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At this point, though, her shoulders relax a little, and she adds, "I'm - Katara."
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She just looks so sad.
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"I'm just... not used to walking through a door and being in a place like this."
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He comes over quietly and puts his half-drunk root beer float on the table, hopping onto the seat opposite her.
He doesn't say hi, in case she doesn't want to say hi.
(It's entirely probable that Dick is projecting a bit of his own sadness onto her right now.)
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The whole thing makes her feel as though she's missing something, like not speaking is some form of greeting in this strange place, but that doesn't mean she's going to conform to it.
"Um, hello?"
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He doesn't really have the words for 'you look sad, and I'm sad, and I like it when people are with me when I'm sad.'
So instead he makes himself offer her a grin.
"I'm Dick."
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(Maybe she's making herself, but it's something that comes pretty easily for her.)
"I'm Katara."
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"Are you..." he hesitates, because he hates it when people ask him that question right now, but he's got nothing else to ask.
"You okay?"
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"I'm fine," she answers.
She glances up at the rafters, and asks, "What were you doing up there?"
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He makes his way closer, to see if she needs anything before he heads out.
"Ma'am," he greets her with a nod. "Ya'llright?"
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"Yeah, I'm fine."
She doesn't sound insincere, but the way she glances over him makes her look far less certain.
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First and foremost he tries to smile a bit, but not in a creepy grimacey sort of way. Then he makes sure his hands are where she can see them at all times. Thirdly, he reaches up to make sure his Security Badge is showing.
"Don't mean to offense, it's just kinda my job. 'M Security around here, an' I'm just checkin' to make sure no one's botherin' you. Unless o'course what's botherin' you is that bread, in which case I'm pretty sure it's down an' won't be givin' you anymore trouble."
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Still, she answers, "I can take care of myself."
It's not dismissive, but assuring.
"Do you have a lot of problems like that here?"
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What? He had to! It was right there!
"With other folks? Depends on the day. Don't know if you noticed, but this place ain't hardly a regular joint."
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She hasn't stopped noticing that from the moment she walked in.
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"Hi," she says, sitting down across from the older girl. "How are you?"
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"I'm all right," she answers.
"How about you?"
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Is this your first time in Milliways?"
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She hasn't really thought about there being a second time yet.
"Do you come here a lot?"
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Rue takes a bite of her dinner. Bar surprised her with something called "cheese pizza" tonight; so far it's not bad.
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And this is another new thing. Still, she ventures the guess, "So you like it here?"
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