[He was the one who wanted the meeting. It would be up to him to initiate the conversation. Choosing the direction it would go in.]
[By the time he approached, she was sitting on one of the vacant cots. There was a long, flat stone in her hand. Roughly the size of a quarter. Or poker chip. Time was idly being spent flipping it back and forth between her fingers. Watching its smooth surface reflect in the dim lighting until she heard the footsteps approach.]
[Even then, she didn't get up. Waving as a means of acknowledging his approach.]
no subject
[By the time he approached, she was sitting on one of the vacant cots. There was a long, flat stone in her hand. Roughly the size of a quarter. Or poker chip. Time was idly being spent flipping it back and forth between her fingers. Watching its smooth surface reflect in the dim lighting until she heard the footsteps approach.]
[Even then, she didn't get up. Waving as a means of acknowledging his approach.]