Her stomach felt weird. Georgia frowned, "That's because coffee is disgusting." The fact that she said this while holding a to-go mug of it seemed to have no irony for her. It was for Shaun, after all. She wouldn't touch the stuff.
The man had a nice smile. She frowned more, then scowled, wishing her stomach would settle down. Maybe she'd eaten too much pre-Rising food? They did use a lot more animal fat than their timeline. Or maybe it was just pre-migraine nausea. She looked at him through her glasses, again glad that they hid the length of her stare.
"It's been a long day. I've been around too many people in real life, so I'm jumpy." She offered. His hair was nice, like Shaun's. Stupid men having better hair than hers. And it was nice and dark...
"Oh, FUCK me." She whispered under her breath. Not the time, Georgia. If she could pinch herself, she would have.