[ Sometimes it was nice just to be able to sit down and soak up the atmosphere of a place. While Rita could go a long time hidden in her beetle form, she preferred not to; one couldn't make a name for oneself without a presence! She has a glass of her own drink in hand as she makes her approach, a curious expression on her face as she notices that interesting scar -- an expression that soon turns into a smile. ]
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Why, hello! Been sitting here long?