Marina had arrived at the restaurant a little before Sam had. When he entered, she was sitting at a booth looking over the menu. She wasn't very hungry, really, but she figured a burger and a milkshake wouldn't be too bad. She didn't notice Sam at first, and without her trying to hide it, as she usually did when she was around people, there was a deep, deep sadness in her eyes. It was an old sadness, a bone-weariness. Hers were the eyes of someone who had seen horrible things, and would never see the world the same way again.
She was trying to control her Legacy, and not drop the temperature of the room by several dozen degrees. She was succeeding, for the most part, although it was slightly cooler at their booth than in the rest of the place. It was the best she could do.
Lookingbup at Sam finally, she smiled as best she could.