She really wasn't much of a literary nut, but... Who: Az and Jeb Where: Homer's Study When: About 7 AM
The video conference with her Father had left Az slightly off kilter, she had not even returned to the suite she shared with Jeb, as she had planned. While she felt she could share pretty much everything with him, she had a habit of withdrawing for a short period after some events. So that she could get her head on straight, of course. She hoped he understood as had said in the past that he did, because she needed time to organize her thoughts on her own first, before she could really explain it to anyone else.
The call had only really lasted less than a half hour, but she had wandered through the greenhouse (after politely asking one of the staff at Cyamites to hold her laptop in the meantime for her) for a a good chunk of time. Being amongst flowers, especially among all the colors and scents had done her some good in relaxing away the thrill of tension inspired by her Father's words. She had been surprised to see that wallflowers were actually quite pretty, for all the name seemed to be negatively thought of these days. An odd and almost random fact to notice, yes, but her mind had not quite settled down quite yet.
After reclaiming her laptop she had headed here, to the library. Another restful place, where she felt she could breathe easier. Although, let it not be said that the entire ship was not extremely restful. It was. She just needed to go to the extremes of restfulness. A quick glance over at the slim silver watch on her wrist told her that even the yoga class offered would not be for another hour.
Az sat in one of the cushy chairs there and pulled her knees up to her chest, dropping her face into her hands.