[She's a little late making it over towards the hospital, might have made it on time if Blonde hadn't assisted in her changing out of her clothes. Her wardrobe leaves a little to be desired, at the moment, all slouched white shirts and bloody jeans. She's not going to wear that ridiculous red dress Stark assigned to his female guards, certainly, so she ends up in one of her roommate's shirts, sleeves rolled up around her elbows, tails tucked into her jeans, the newest pair purchased with her funds from the gala.
She's not an expert at navigating the city just yet either, so maybe that's the real reason she pokes her head into the little restaurant a few minutes late. She sticks out with her bruised face, but she certainly doesn't look like the poor victim her friend had been trying to front her as.]
[Almost everyone in here is too preoccupied to notice a girl with the stains of haemorrhage blossoming across her face as she peers in. It looks like Starbucks on a commuter morning, a sea of heads crouched over smartphones - network devices, scrolling and editing with light fingerswipes that make it look like an intimacy with the machine. Newspapers and magazines are pulled up like defences between friends, between couples, between the readers and the world. There's a line at the counter of people grabbing coffee-to-go in an endless human conveyor belt.
Chase is the only one not distracting himself. The drink in front of him barely seems to have been touched as he stares somewhere into the middle ground, neither focused on anything in the shop nor entirely detached.
He notices her immediately, and stands, raising a hand.]
[Because really, are you alright is his line, isn't it? Of course his focus skims her face, just marking out what had already been visible on camera and what new angles offer up and unconsciously he takes in a little of her gait too. Which side she favours, any impediments to her movement. Unfair fights might allow for blows to the head, but those are always the ones you can see coming.
He nudges the chair opposite out with his foot as she reaches him.]
Glad of the break. Of course, I'm half way through it, now.
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need shift cover?
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She's not an expert at navigating the city just yet either, so maybe that's the real reason she pokes her head into the little restaurant a few minutes late. She sticks out with her bruised face, but she certainly doesn't look like the poor victim her friend had been trying to front her as.]
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Chase is the only one not distracting himself. The drink in front of him barely seems to have been touched as he stares somewhere into the middle ground, neither focused on anything in the shop nor entirely detached.
He notices her immediately, and stands, raising a hand.]
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You all right there, doctor?
[It's not real concern, teasing maybe, and she smiles.]
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[Because really, are you alright is his line, isn't it? Of course his focus skims her face, just marking out what had already been visible on camera and what new angles offer up and unconsciously he takes in a little of her gait too. Which side she favours, any impediments to her movement. Unfair fights might allow for blows to the head, but those are always the ones you can see coming.
He nudges the chair opposite out with his foot as she reaches him.]
Glad of the break. Of course, I'm half way through it, now.
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