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River.

Booth. Back against the wall, one leg tucked under her and one knee pulled to her chest. Watching the room. What she sees in it is, as usual, an open question.

The sullen look of a teenager who's not in a particularly good mood, layered with River's tendency to be distracted by empty air.

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It could, but Liam isn't that stubborn.

... okay, so he is. But, the point is that he doesn't choose to be that stubborn today.

"Did your brother decide you were able enough to handle being out on your own tonight?" He's still a bit annoyed Simon insists on attending most of the training sessions with River.

River looks away.

More sullen, now.

"I'm not a child." It's flat.

Liam has, unfortunately, hit a sore spot.

"I didn't say that you were."

He sets his drink on the table and stretches a little. "In my world, you might have been married off by this time."

"On some planets," River informs him, "they juggle geese."

Still looking away.

"They must be very bored."

"That's the popular notion."

Liam snorts. "The point is, you're old enough. If you don't want people to treat like a child, don't let them." Life is simple in Liam's world.

Life is complicated in River's world.

She doesn't say anything.

He's said his peace, so he slides out of the booth. "If you decide you're rather talk than sulk, little one? You know where to find me."

A brief flash of temper -- River would insist that she's not sulking, even though she patently is.

Then she nods.

"In the bar."

He nods as well. "Good night, River." He turns and walks back to his table.

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