The smile was a little disarming, and it showed in the way her frown changed into a quirk of the mouth. Why was this Jericho being so nice? Absently, she really did wonder what a name like Jericho meant, anyway. Strange, but fitting for that reason.

She sat back down, turned more towards him now, but the gap between them intact. After looking over his message, her eyes flicked back up, bothering to actually look at him now they'd apparently be there a while.

Pale, and blonde; both still very foreign to her. The rough purple shirt stood out too-- that wasn't a normal style here, as far as she could tell.

Though it seemed for whatever the reason, he wasn't talking either. But hey. If that meant they were still writing to each other, she decided not to question it. In a way, that was kinda comforting.

It left so fast. Do they always do this?