With everything that had happened in the recent years, with every memory still as fresh and raw as the secrets she had peddled up until today, sleep still felt impossible. Even the idea of sitting still felt completely outside of her reach. How long had it been since that had even been an option? When was the last time she'd really let herself lay down to sleep?
It was before the Collectors at any rate, and that might as well have been a lifetime ago. Ever since that one fateful encounter, Liara had done almost nothing but work. It had been utterly exhausting at times, peeling back the layers of who she was and exposing just who she was willing to be when the right things were at stake. It had however proved a much harder habit to break out of than she might have liked, so much so that the relative quiet of this Wnowhere was almost too much to bear -- or bare for that matter. It was why she was out here, not even trying to sleep, even when she absolutely knew there were things she should have been doing. Liara knew she just needed some sense of grounding. She needed a view glimpses of the stars, five minutes to get her head on straight, and then she'd start worrying about...everything else.
It hadn't struck her as much of a surprise to see that she was not the only one who seemed prone to late night wandering -- assuming it was even night; it got so hard to tell in space sometimes.
Liara even considered herself rather well seasoned in the impossible. Something told her that, even when talking the most settled and stable, not a soul likely did well with a sudden and immediate trans-dimensional relocation. It was impossibly jarring to have yourself suddenly tossed from the life you knew, and into something so strange and alien. At least, with the gracious host she'd first met upon arrival, Liara hoped she was not going to be the strangest sight some of these people had seen. Being stuck on a ship, no matter how large, with nothing but humans was not her idea of a good time. One, specific, human perhaps -- but that was different.
"Hello." Liara offered quietly as the woman passed, her blue eyes lifting to make a respectable, but not lingering, sense of contact. She knew she had to start somewhere and, without a whole lot of information to go on, engaging strangers seemed reasonable. She just knew she had to keep in mind she wasn't very good at this kind of thing. Now, if she could just make it five minutes wit -- how did that expression go? -- 'not sticking her foot in her mouth', she was half-way convinced she'd be okay.