Angel is sitting several tables away, a little more secluded in the corner of the tavern, long changed out of her Hyperion jumpsuit in exchange for a simple black sweater and leggings.
Rhys, for his part, is definitely not hard to spot what with all that garish atlas branding (why were CEOs like That?) She watches him awkwardly interact with some complete stranger for a moment before taking pity. He doesn't look threatening, at least. Then again, neither does she.
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Angel is sitting several tables away, a little more secluded in the corner of the tavern, long changed out of her Hyperion jumpsuit in exchange for a simple black sweater and leggings.
Rhys, for his part, is definitely not hard to spot what with all that garish atlas branding (why were CEOs like That?) She watches him awkwardly interact with some complete stranger for a moment before taking pity. He doesn't look threatening, at least. Then again, neither does she.
She loudly clears her throat in his direction. ]