She'd been on her way to the hospital -- she'd decided what she told Gren was right and that going back last night was something she shouldn't do -- but nobody could ever accuse her of not being aware, and when she catches a glimpse of the priest, her plans change.
Not drastically, but Spike will just have to wait.
(It's not like he'll care.)
In a matter of minutes, she's perched with all the grace of a slumming queen on the arm of the wooden chair across the table from him.
"Padre. Fancy meeting you here."
She remembers what happened in the spaceport, and her knowing little smile is full of the memory of it.
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She'd been on her way to the hospital -- she'd decided what she told Gren was right and that going back last night was something she shouldn't do -- but nobody could ever accuse her of not being aware, and when she catches a glimpse of the priest, her plans change.
Not drastically, but Spike will just have to wait.
(It's not like he'll care.)
In a matter of minutes, she's perched with all the grace of a slumming queen on the arm of the wooden chair across the table from him.
"Padre. Fancy meeting you here."
She remembers what happened in the spaceport, and her knowing little smile is full of the memory of it.