[ the reality of it is that karen still feels uncomfortable in all of this. the out of commission androids still feel too much like they're being watched, and the eerie pressure that wraps around them feels unavoidable. but she also isn't going anywhere, and isn't about to leave her car somewhere that might not exist in a couple of days, so. here she is. drinking free booze and trying to convince herself that she can relax. that this isn't some kind of betrayal in terms of finding her way to get home.
he says guess I'm not made for vacations and Karen, despite herself, lets her eyes wander over him - appreciative, probably a bit crass. a heat spreads across her face then as she laugh and hides a little behind her cup, even if her grin is still visible. ]
Could've fooled me. [ she says almost in challenge - I mean, she's got it 'figured out'. maybe he just needs to try a. little harder. but the challenging tone is immediately broken by the way she laughs softly a few moments later, shaking her head. ] Maybe you just haven't figured out the bar yet. It is open. Like- fully open. [ she may or may not gesture to a couple of empty bottles of champagne tucked under the table. she laughs again, a little childishly as she sits back in her chair, stretching one of her arms out over the armrest.
some part of her picks up on the fact he's carrying some kind of weight with him. she doesn't know what about, exactly, but her gut tells her it has to do about matters outside of this. possibly back home. still, she tilts her head a little - wondering if he wants to talk about it, but assuming not.
he mentions work in the morning and she snorts, sitting up from where she'd been laying back in the chair to refill her glass from the bottle he hands back to her. ] That was...two days ago? Three? My car's gridlocked in the parking lot, so. [ she shrugs, filling her glass...a lot more than she probably needs to. but here they are. ]
I'm in the market for a new one, if you get any leads. [ a beat, and then she holds the cup out to him in a mock-cheers. she doesn't want to think too much about how much easier all of this is now that she knows logan took the 'bait' of the diffusion zone. she also doesn't want to think about how she may or may not look, after drinking for the last couple of days. how she's wearing a bathing suit that isn't even her's. ] And until then, I guess I'm on a forced vacay.
[ there's a beat, a pause, and then... ] You should stick around. Unless you've got something better to do. [ she is trying very hard not to listen to the way her heartbeat is skyrocketing right about now. ]
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he says guess I'm not made for vacations and Karen, despite herself, lets her eyes wander over him - appreciative, probably a bit crass. a heat spreads across her face then as she laugh and hides a little behind her cup, even if her grin is still visible. ]
Could've fooled me. [ she says almost in challenge - I mean, she's got it 'figured out'. maybe he just needs to try a. little harder. but the challenging tone is immediately broken by the way she laughs softly a few moments later, shaking her head. ] Maybe you just haven't figured out the bar yet. It is open. Like- fully open. [ she may or may not gesture to a couple of empty bottles of champagne tucked under the table. she laughs again, a little childishly as she sits back in her chair, stretching one of her arms out over the armrest.
some part of her picks up on the fact he's carrying some kind of weight with him. she doesn't know what about, exactly, but her gut tells her it has to do about matters outside of this. possibly back home. still, she tilts her head a little - wondering if he wants to talk about it, but assuming not.
he mentions work in the morning and she snorts, sitting up from where she'd been laying back in the chair to refill her glass from the bottle he hands back to her. ] That was...two days ago? Three? My car's gridlocked in the parking lot, so. [ she shrugs, filling her glass...a lot more than she probably needs to. but here they are. ]
I'm in the market for a new one, if you get any leads. [ a beat, and then she holds the cup out to him in a mock-cheers. she doesn't want to think too much about how much easier all of this is now that she knows logan took the 'bait' of the diffusion zone. she also doesn't want to think about how she may or may not look, after drinking for the last couple of days. how she's wearing a bathing suit that isn't even her's. ] And until then, I guess I'm on a forced vacay.
[ there's a beat, a pause, and then... ] You should stick around. Unless you've got something better to do. [ she is trying very hard not to listen to the way her heartbeat is skyrocketing right about now. ]