Charles and Christine
Christine had had a day . It was getting harder to juggle all her responsibilities, but she didn't mind it. Stephen had been reminding her that she could actually get a salary from Tony and start paying off the credit cards, but really, what was the point there? The debt kept her going, kept her motivated and also ... she'd grown comfortable with it.
What she wasn't so comfortable with was the fact that she'd picked the wrong shoes today. Normally, she liked her hospital appropriate crocs but nooooo, she thought a nice pair of flats with appropriate insoles would work. And then there was an emergency appendectomy, more gunshot wounds, a random meeting with the head of insurance (gag) and now she was tired. And yet back at the Tower to check in with Bruce, and the rest of the gang.
Heading to the common room, she noted the fern in the corner. Was it always there? Not that she really paid attention to plants other than to note how green it was. "Hey," she called out, noticing that someone else was here. She hadn't had the luxury of officially meeting the Professor, but she'd been curious.
And now here he was. "Hope I'm not intruding," she added, heading to the microwave. Why yes, she was about to microwave her cup of tea. She didn't know if he'd be offended but this was the third she'd tried to drink it and she didn't want to throw it away.
With a smile, she leaned against the counter and faced him. "Feel like chatting? I tend to talk a lot, and I'm usually too tired to notice social norms, so if you want some peace and quiet, let me know and I'll be happy to slink into a corner."