By that time, she decided to shove her earbuds back in and flip on her MP3. Her music had switched over from the previous song to [i]Mt. Washington[/i] by Local Natives, the soothing vocals and the rather ghostly acoustic guitar lulling her into a sense of serenity, a calming touch to her frazzled nerves...along with the bittersweet taste of her menthol cigarette she took yet another drag off before flicking away discarded ashes.  [color=00aeef]"Just the usual."[/color]  Bluntly she replied to Henry, still not getting the notion she didn't wished to be bothered in her only moment of peace. Either that, or Henry was just that damn persistent.  Pretty much was the latter.

How was it he was so cheery, so optimistic?  He had to be an alien.  Only an alien wouldn't get the notion of personal space, yet Liz was too tired to even give a damn if he was leaning close to her.  She sighed snuffing out her stubby cig on the ground and flicking it away off the tip of her fingers, still that distant glower to her eyes.  [color=00aeef]"So....how's life?"[/color]  Stupid question really.