Lexa let out a slow breath as she closed the internet app on her phone. Closing her eyes she ran a hand through her long, crimson bangs. Most network news stations were finding some way to at least partially blame her. Either she'd brought down the building herself, or her late-night hero nonsense had attracted more devastating foes, or she had let two people die, or she hadn't even managed to catch the people responsible, on and [i]on[/i]. She put her phone screen-down on the counter and brought her palms up to press into her eyes.

Christ, she was tired.

[i]"Crap."[/i]

The hushed expletive caught her attention and Lexa glanced up. Standing behind the seats was a man who seemed to be very pointedly not looking at her. Lexa raised an eyebrow. She hadn't seen him before – and considering the fact that he was albino, she doubted she'd have forgotten. 

With a sigh, Lexa rolled her eyes and pushed herself to her feet. She was too tired to worry about whatever the man was or wasn't doing. She needed caffeine. Trusting that the fanboys could manage themselves for ten minutes, she began walking towards the employee 'lounge'. It was really little more than a broom closet with a table and a few chairs, but it had a coffee maker, a sink, a mug, and all the ingredients for a surprisingly decent cup of coffee. With one last glance over her shoulder, she pushed her way inside.