[ she wonders how long mj has been here. noora is not stranger to adapting, nor new things: she left her loveless, neglectful home the moment she could and travelled a few corners of europe. this is different. for a moment though, the relief of having some kind of companion makes it feel just a little less so.
noora relaxes. ] I'll have some soda. [ she doesn't drink alcohol, not anymore. she blacks out if she has too much, and then —
well, there was that other time she blacked out.
she moves towards the bar and picks up something cool and orange, checking the label to be certain it's truly what she's after. ] How long have you been here, MJ? [ she says the letters carefully, trying out the american annunciation. ]
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noora relaxes. ] I'll have some soda. [ she doesn't drink alcohol, not anymore. she blacks out if she has too much, and then —
well, there was that other time she blacked out.
she moves towards the bar and picks up something cool and orange, checking the label to be certain it's truly what she's after. ] How long have you been here, MJ? [ she says the letters carefully, trying out the american annunciation. ]