[Normally, Heather's somewhat loathe to sit around doing nothing. She's not the type to relish in moping. If she's gonna sit there, she has to at least be doing something. Like peoplewatching. So that's what she's doing.]
[Until the Dragonite swoops past, anyway-- it'd take something more than a morose, contemplative mood to miss something like that.]
[She doesn't startle, but does sit up rather abruptly-- and it takes her a minute to recognize him. They don't exactly talk all too often, and it would seem he's bearing the scars of that mystery illness as well.]
[Action]
[Until the Dragonite swoops past, anyway-- it'd take something more than a morose, contemplative mood to miss something like that.]
[She doesn't startle, but does sit up rather abruptly-- and it takes her a minute to recognize him. They don't exactly talk all too often, and it would seem he's bearing the scars of that mystery illness as well.]
--Oh.
Hey...