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Counting my commute time, I have an eleven hour shift tomorrow. What am I doing instead of sleeping? Posting and playing Left4Dead, trololololo.

The approaching female was not an aggressor, at least not the kind that Echelon would have normally encountered. But for passive as she was, there was a certain air of assertiveness. It was that which made her glad that they kept their distance from one another, though the lingering gaze of her similarly colored greeter was unnerving in itself. Never one for spotlight, she felt scrutinized beneath that stare, but made no show of it. Echelon was already at a disadvantage when things failed to go her way, and her size boasted such. As to why she felt that scrutiny was anyone's guess.

“Always,” she replied, a small smirk pressing onto her lips. No doubt about her appearance, she knew she bore the brunt of travel in her frame. Even so, it was rare that she was all that focused on appearance to the point of seeming completely prim and proper. “And what of you?”