[ Jack goes where he wants, for the most part, and that includes visiting the Station with no small degree of homesickness for the modern-day world (or 'Otherwurld', whatever the fairies call it; he tries not to chat to them too much, they're cheerful but mostly exasperating where information is concerned). Staff slung over a shoulder, he walks into the lounge with a cold breeze at his back and frost shimmering on his usual clothing, a few snowflakes fluttering in his wake — someone just flew all the way here from Caer Glaem, which means it might get a little chilly as the wind dogs his heels indoors out of habit for a while.
Offered a cold drink, he blows on it to really chill the fruit juice and picks out a newly formed ice-cube as he slouches, crunching away. Idly glancing around, he catches sight of a blonde woman nearby (quiet, understated and a little sad, apparently), giving her a small smile of welcome even though she's been there longer. ]
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Offered a cold drink, he blows on it to really chill the fruit juice and picks out a newly formed ice-cube as he slouches, crunching away. Idly glancing around, he catches sight of a blonde woman nearby (quiet, understated and a little sad, apparently), giving her a small smile of welcome even though she's been there longer. ]
Hi. Are you okay or just zoning out?