[ time jump 01: hour 04. / @nimi-khan ]
Her brain close to short circuits when she sees them. Or, at the very least, the back of them ( a familiar crop of hair and bright fabric that never fails to look even brighter beside her own dark coloured clothes ). It’s reminiscent of bumping into a friend while abroad, half a world away from the city called home; a welcome haunting. The past four-or-so hours have brought with them an onslaught of emotion, each one increasingly difficult to shrug off despite her penchant for keeping her feelings hidden. Sunny presses a fingertip to the centre of her brow in a failed attempt to massage away a looming headache, gives a down-but-not-out exhale in refusal of defeat, and approaches Nimi.
“Hey,” she drawls in monotone with all the lack of surprise of someone who had planned to meet them here, as though perfectly unaffected, moving to stand beside them. Her shoulder brushes theirs as she crosses her arms over her chest, surveying the lobby ahead. Before they can say anything, she offers up what could only loosely be described as an explanation. “At this point, I figure someone I know might as well crawl out of the woodwork. Should have sold tickets for this trip, the number of tag-alongs we’ve picked up.” Sunny tilts her head just enough to regard Nimi out the corner of her eye. “2060 is fucking weird, huh?”