Date: 2010-03-10 06:17 am (UTC)
Blinking almost stupidly from where she stood, she tilted her head slightly at the scene in front of her. There were a few things that didn't add up (and most likely wouldn't add up for a while) but there was no way she would bother thinking about it for now.

She waved the hand with the pot at the morning greeting, before squinting at the guy. She knew him, right? Whatever sensation he gave off as he brushed past woke something up though and she blinked at his retreating back before glancing back at the others.

"....What's he doing here?" She asked. Hey, no one said anything about her being the sharpest tool in the shed this early in the morning after all.
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