Again, she trails in his wake, eyes on the crowd, watching hands and cataloguing who's carrying. (Answer: everyone.) Her smile is easy, her movements relaxed. She's been here before. This place is always the same, no matter where it is in the world.
"Hector."
Her thumbs hook in the pockets of her jeans and she rests her weight on one hip, and she keeps Rico at her back.
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Date: 2010-02-27 01:05 am (UTC)"Hector."
Her thumbs hook in the pockets of her jeans and she rests her weight on one hip, and she keeps Rico at her back.