[right][h2][color=808080]Sirpa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][/right]

[color=8882be]Something about the being's calm response to the weapon was reassuring. Sirpa watched the violent newcomer cautiously and, as the threat seemed to dissipate, the shaking of the armchair stopped. The girl watched as the creature drifted toward the coffee bar with a couple of customers. They were quite odd in the way they arrived. Not that she saw a door that people were walking in and out of, but she could tell by the hint of confusion in everyone's demeanor that they didn't plan to be here either. Was anyone here by choice? 

Sirpa sat forward in the armchair and peered around the side, pausing to really take in her surroundings for the first time. There definitely were other people here. There were the two or three that seemed just as misplaced as she did, but a bit more...disheveled? But everyone else acted as if everything was normal. Were they real, these other people? The ones who carelessly sipped their coffee or nibbled on a croissant while filling out the daily crossword? Did people still get physical newspapers and complete the daily crossword in pen?

Her hand felt wet. Sirpa looked down and realized that she was still holding the glass of water that the being brought to her. Deciding it must be safe, she took a sip. When nothing happened after a few moments, Sirpa allowed herself to take an actual drink of her water before setting it back down on the small table beside her. She found that she suddenly had a nice cozy blanket across her lap. No one brought it; it just appeared somehow. Concluding that this was the least of her worries, Sirpa let herself get more comfortable in the chair and positioned herself in a way that she could still see what the big cat thing was doing. Maybe she could try to understand these other people who seemed just as lost as her.[/color]