It is as I suspected... the past will forever haunt me... ~ Her faraway look disappears as she realises that Larry has deposited himself at her table. She reaches out towards his face and tilts his chin a little, heaving a sigh of relief that Maverick's blades had not scratched him on the neck.
Casting a quick glance to ensure no one else is around, she whispers to him ~ "I have many things to tell you, Larry. But now is not the time. I am tired of this place. I wish to go out for a while." ~
(ooc: How was my attempt to run your character, Larry? Close to what you would have done?
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