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Max wanders into the bar, muttering under her breath as she jots something down in her notepad. It's frankly a miracle that she doesn't run into anyone. She wanders up to the Bar to get a cup of coffee, before finding a booth to curl up in. More scribbling promptly ensues.

Feel free to distract her, she can't possibly be doing anything important. Not from the look of the notes, anyway.