[color=#f7e286]"Don't be daft,"[/color] Dawn replied.  [color=#f7e286]"I only hung [i]some[/i] of the stars,"[/color] she chirped.  Felix's display of remorse seemed to inject some confidence back into her posture, though it was impossible to tell whether or not her statement was sarcasm.

Dawn pushed herself to her feet, brushing off her jeans.  She reached to take Felix's arm in hers, though she ended up jamming her hands into her kangaroo pocket awkwardly instead.  Her golden eyes glimmered as she regarded him, and she perked up at the mention of tattooing but let her gaze drift out up to the slowly fading snowfall of light.  An expression of mild disappointment crossed her face for a split second... it was a cute sketch.  If she'd had a couple more minutes she could have made it linger until Archer... or whoever was covering for him at least came in.

[color=#f7e286]"Some coffee sounds nice... why don't we go sit down somewhere and figure out what we're doing,"[/color] she decided uncertainly.  Her premonitions weren't generally wrong, but she couldn't help wonder what exactly she was supposed to accomplish with the help of someone so... adorably scattered?

[color=#f7e286]"Better go somewhere with Net coverage, so your [i]voltaic himbo[/i] doesn't kool-aid-man through Elysium's walls,"[/color] she added with a note of playful bitterness as she made her way to the lift.  "[color=#f7e286]What's even open this late?"[/color] Dawn grumbled, staring at the mélange of buttons with a lost expression, and no helpful glimmer of clairvoyance to guide her hand.