[ He's been trying to organize all the information he has, and that's easiest to do on a computer. Dick definitely wishes he had a proper computer, a laptop, even his gauntlet computer instead of just the wristwatch, but it's better than nothing. It does, however, mean he's spending a lot of time at the Station, often distracted by the glowing screen and keyboard he's peering at.
That's what he's doing today, standing in the middles of the aisle of the coffeeshop, distracted by his screen when he hears someone step in and stop behind him. He twists and looks--up. She's tall, is his first thought. She's a new face, is the second, and he offers her an apologetic smile. ]
Hey, sorry. Was I in your way?
[ Though he doesn't know her, she may find him...rather familiar. ]
at the station
That's what he's doing today, standing in the middles of the aisle of the coffeeshop, distracted by his screen when he hears someone step in and stop behind him. He twists and looks--up. She's tall, is his first thought. She's a new face, is the second, and he offers her an apologetic smile. ]
Hey, sorry. Was I in your way?
[ Though he doesn't know her, she may find him...rather familiar. ]