[ It's impossible not to conform to that insistent regularity of Tonegawa's routine, as impulsive as she can be. He makes communications sound so simple. He can switch masks from merely cordial to jovial in the blink of an eye, and if she wasn't looking for the cracks in his expression and tone, she would be just as easily convinced.
As custom dictates, Chane waits about ten minutes after he enters the bar to join him; enough time for him to order, settle, catch an eye or a name or two. Long enough to allow her to calm her thoughts and put on, too, a mask of her own. The sting from him knowing certain details hasn't quite faded and that is nothing a professional demeanour can fully conceal.
She gives it eleven before slipping inside, jacketed and carrying her purse (something that draws gazes when she moves amongst the tables to reach the bar; all-black seems only to suit evening occasions, she notes), settling it all on her knees once she reaches a stool one seat down from Tonegawa. And, as usual, she initiates nothing, barely even moving for her notebook in her purse or looking towards the bartender. It isn't part of the job description. ]
Sector 3 bar, afternoon
As custom dictates, Chane waits about ten minutes after he enters the bar to join him; enough time for him to order, settle, catch an eye or a name or two. Long enough to allow her to calm her thoughts and put on, too, a mask of her own. The sting from him knowing certain details hasn't quite faded and that is nothing a professional demeanour can fully conceal.
She gives it eleven before slipping inside, jacketed and carrying her purse (something that draws gazes when she moves amongst the tables to reach the bar; all-black seems only to suit evening occasions, she notes), settling it all on her knees once she reaches a stool one seat down from Tonegawa. And, as usual, she initiates nothing, barely even moving for her notebook in her purse or looking towards the bartender. It isn't part of the job description. ]