Somehow, Lisbeth makes the wait look as if it doesn't bother her at all (which it doesn't) and also as if she's going to flick her cigarette and kick off a firebomb at any minute (she probably won't). This isn't the kind of music she's used to, but if she's honest with herself (which she really hates), it's one of those things she's hasn't exactly given a shot.
"Hey," Lisbeth says, and then, "I followed you here. I'm sorry if that's not okay. I'm not very good at..." She blows out her breath hard enough to ruffle the fringe of her bangs, grown longer these days. "People. And I'm realizing now that this was a sexist judgement of me, but I needed to talk about something," and she does manage to make it look like she's asking Beth to inject her with something painful if life-saving, "and you seemed like my best choice."
She shuffles her feet. "I might need a drink. Do you want a drink?"
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"Hey," Lisbeth says, and then, "I followed you here. I'm sorry if that's not okay. I'm not very good at..." She blows out her breath hard enough to ruffle the fringe of her bangs, grown longer these days. "People. And I'm realizing now that this was a sexist judgement of me, but I needed to talk about something," and she does manage to make it look like she's asking Beth to inject her with something painful if life-saving, "and you seemed like my best choice."
She shuffles her feet. "I might need a drink. Do you want a drink?"