"There's the whole issue of LA's weird going-ons, as well as the fact that we're in movie-central out here," Cathy agreed with a nod. "But while the theater scene isn't quite as hopping as New York, it's existent, at least."
She shrugged a shoulder, confiding: "This LA wasn't what I expected. If I had known that I'd step off the plane, jump four years into the future, and land in some bizarre version for the city? I probably would have stayed put."
Considering that, she ran a hand through her hair. "I would have missed out on a lot, though. As sucky as this place is, sometimes, there are good things, too." The last part was a cross between apologetic and reassuring.
The smile returned at Mary Jane's reaction. "Thank you. I'm just hoping I can, you know, keep it up. Even if the productions are, as you've said, smaller...I don't need the LA-dream of fame, just to be working steadily and paying the rent."
Her eyes settled on the vending and coffee machines across the room. "Hey, do you want anything to eat? Drink?" she offered. Of course, the poor girl deserved something a lot stronger than coffee, but for now, options were limited.