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[she pulls up a chair and sits, setting down her food - simple noodles prepared by a bot, something simple enough that she'd ordinarily make it herself - and chopsticks, after parting them with a softly murmured itadakimasu.]
[tapping fingers lightly on the table (her right hand; the left is hidden under the table, on her lap)... the fact is that she hasn't been, which is unusual in and of itself. her communicator's been lying neglected on her bedside table for all too long.]
Based on your comment earlier, it doesn't sound like I'll like it, but go ahead.