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[i]Really,[/i] she shooed at him like a damned house fly. He shrugged and blew a ring of smoke because no, he wasn't backing outta this one. When they see him, they'd just think he was one 'em. Another disgruntled tenant with a penchant for lounging around virtually anywhere. [Color=silver]"A bit too late."[/color] He indicated red head, covering her nose with the sleeve of her olive jacket. Her eyes widened and her booted feet skidded the dusted floor.

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[Color=dimgray]"Oh, h-hi."[/color] Freya lifted her foot, tucked in the loose shoe-lace. 

He looked like he'd spent the night. His work shirt was undone around the neck and he had his feet up on the table. Where people eat. Rude. 

He gestured a salute but didn't bother introducing himself. Rather, kept on smoking like a chimney. She frowned at the stench and sighed in relief when Marie opened the door that lead to a lively garden. [Color=dimgray]"Thanks."[/color]

When loud thumps echoed from the hall she flinched and glanced back, [color=dimgray]"You guys okay?"[/color] There seemed to be more people coming in, she just wished her eyes weren't watering so she could properly interact. Not that there was much for her to say, do, wouldn't they all just end up heading into their respective rooms once the intros were over?