<3!
Noa relaxes into the seat as much as she can, her long legs bent in a way so that’s she’s not taking up all the room under the table. Her eyes roam over the space too, trying to imagine Vic’s considerable bulk maneuvering around, and it’s more than a little bit of a relief when instead of frustration at his absence a feeling of amusement blooms. It means she hasn’t been swallowed by her own feelings of desperation, that as always her own survival skills have stretched their legs and are happily keeping her functioning. But she keeps her mouth firmly shut on any observations, since she doesn’t know the mindset Marina is in even if she understands missing someone.
She’s not real sure she should ask either, remembering those first few months that Jonny had been in prison. Admittedly she knew that his stay wasn’t indefinite, but it does a funny thing to a person, knowing something is so out of reach.
“Jack if you got it, water if you don’t,” Noa answers. It might only be the afternoon, but she’s never held too strictly to rules on drinking. A little liquor might make this easier too, or if not that, then it’ll relax any tension hidden away in her muscles. “I appreciate you letting me pick your brain,” she adds, even if they haven’t really dug into the subject yet.