[Oh, Helena certainly knew better, but she didn't like to dwell on such things like the true employment of her dearest friend. It made her heart squeeze and her stomach lurch, a fine feat when one wasn't exactly alive. Instead she liked to focus on the simple things: the fact that she had a friendly face in this place. She had gone to Repose to get away from it all and look who she should find. She would take the small boon gladly.
She dressed simply, and sharply, like she always did. A pair of blue jeans hugged her curves and a white shirt dipped demurely along her neckline. Her dark hair fell down her back in waves and she was all smiles as she met her friend at the bar. Immediately a pair of arms encircled Ella, skin warm from her recent imbibing at home.] Starting without me? I'm hurt.