Re: dreamland: becky/crane
"Someone else?" It was echoed as he watched her drift closer, that soft sigh, her attention on the paper that was more nonsense than sense. "Like who?" It was an innocent enough question as he glanced down at the paper, squiggles in ink that didn't quite string together into anything that looked legible. "And I'm not entirely sure. I don't think it matters that much." There was a purse of his lips and he stepped out from behind the desk, gesturing to one of the many plush chairs that suddenly filled the room. "A seat, Betty?"