[action | later | her place]
[She heard Tyki's post earlier. She heard the coughing and the not-so-subtle insinuation that Greed is gone and the classy call for help.
She was...tempted to respond. He sounded a little sick and with Greed gone and her...also gone did he even have any friends left? Road doesn't count. But her finger only grazed the button that would have had her replying. In the end she removed her communicator to remove the temptation. It worked more or less even if she found herself reading the same page in her book three times over because her thoughts were drifting.
She laid back against her headboard wearing just a gray tank top and shorts. She should really just sleep. Tomorrow would bring a flood of people if her calculations were correct. She needed to be sharp in case of conflict.]