Eloise stopped a few feet from where Wayne was seated, hovering by and rolling back on her heels. How had her night been? Very strange, after that unexpected conversation with Susan. One that she wasn't sure she was even allowed to mention to Wayne - she couldn't remember whether he'd gone to that first D.A. meeting two years ago, or if he'd stayed. It seemed best not to, for now. There was enough going on without that to address.
"Oh, good. Ermmm..." She scratched the back of her neck before having a seat on the floor, knees bent up in front of her. "Weird? Long, and noisy, until I decided to go upstairs to-" Start packing. "-read."