[They way they look at him is noted, filed away for later. She doesn't do it consciously; observing, gathering information, is simply second nature for her now. She considers, though, what might make them look at him this way. Is he dangerous? Most definitely. But not in this place, she doesn't think.
Her thoughts are shattered, of course, at the almost-hug. That's something. Maybe the bartender is just very hands-on, or maybe there's something else there that Nill isn't seeing. She tries not to read too much into it. This isn't business, it isn't her job to know. If anything, it's her job to not know right now. Whatever Davesprite has been doing, he almost certainly wouldn't want her involved, and she wouldn't involve herself.
The thoughts, hopefully, will fade with the vodka cranberry she orders with a note scratched on a spare napkin. That earns her a few more stares, but she forces herself not to stare back. It's become a habit, almost, a deterrent from having to hear any questions about why she writes nearly everything. She takes her drink once it's made and turns to him, waiting again.]
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Her thoughts are shattered, of course, at the almost-hug. That's something. Maybe the bartender is just very hands-on, or maybe there's something else there that Nill isn't seeing. She tries not to read too much into it. This isn't business, it isn't her job to know. If anything, it's her job to not know right now. Whatever Davesprite has been doing, he almost certainly wouldn't want her involved, and she wouldn't involve herself.
The thoughts, hopefully, will fade with the vodka cranberry she orders with a note scratched on a spare napkin. That earns her a few more stares, but she forces herself not to stare back. It's become a habit, almost, a deterrent from having to hear any questions about why she writes nearly everything. She takes her drink once it's made and turns to him, waiting again.]