Joan ran her hand through her hair, pausing in the window of the ice cream parlour to make sure her hair wasn't too windswept. Not that she paid much mind to her appearance, as she had never been much given to vanity, but she didn't want to turn up looking like she'd crawled backwards through a wind tunnel.
She could see Antigone through the glass, frowning at her computer as she typed, and she smiled a little at her keyboard warrior friend before heading in.
"Hey." She dumped her satchel on a spare seat and then sat down heavily opposite Antigone, legs crossed over her knee to the side of the table. She had long practiced the art of taking up space like a man.