// ...I'll just leave that there.

*she leans forward a little, staring out across the lake, as if she were mesmerized by it*

*after staring out at the lake for a time, she watches the crowd, discreetly, out of the corner of her eye*

*she activates her omni-tool, looking through previous messages and files as crowds pass behind her*

// I'll leave Myala free, if anyone wants to RP with her.

*deactivates her omni-tool, deciding on dropping into Purgatory for a drink, the rest of the Citadel being too... quiet, for her liking*

*she saunters into Purgatory, immediately, a small grin grows on her lips, influenced by the crowds, and the music. She makes her way over -

- to an empty table*

*shifts and shuffles into a comfortable position in her seat, her eyes finding themselves fixed on the dancers*

200,000 suspects each. #Productivity

// Not sure where this is going, but it's getting goooooood. *munches popcorn*

*tinkers with pieces of tech, continuing with her VI project until she eventually drops off to sleep at the desk*

// Gotta love how David's still hanging out of the window, frozen in a stasis.

— she checks for his pulse, sighing in relief as she finds it, faint, but there* He is… just barely. He’ll be out for a while.

…You did /not/ just leave me alone with him.

Now I see why she wears the hood. *tugs at her collar, keeping her head down to not be seen with Dave*

“Councillor Sparatus: Ah yes. 'Competent C-Sec officers'. *air-quotes* Now there's a myth.” David Hawke

“David Hawke: -suddenly Puppy Love plays on the intercom, and, somewhere, Alexander Hawke is dying of laughter-” *won*

// INACTIVE