Depressed

[Thalia]

The irony tickled her, and she laughed. He was polite enough, but his expressed shuttered like maybe he was having a bad day. She wavered between backing off and asking what was wrong, but settled for simply answering the question. Shifting her satchel round, she began to rummage for her purse - pausing a moment with a soft "oh"
when the tinny chirps of "hello?" from the wallet in her hand sudden pierced through the distraction. Fishing out her purse with one hand, she sandwiched the phone against her ear. "Lin, something came up. No, nothing bad! I'll call you later. Love you, bye."


Phone dumped back in her bag, she handed over the card with its cartoon likeness of her face and doting speech bubble. "All's forgiven. It's Thalia."
She meant it too. The guy had stood her up, after all, but she'd wandered around the gallery on her own anyway, and it hadn't been a bad afternoon. She wasn't one to hold grudges in any case.

Her gaze slipped back to the commotion everyone else seemed so keen to ignore, and finally spied out the startled looking brunette with her arm outstretched. For the first time ever the knowledge didn't try to shy away when Thalia grasped at it. There stood a sister. Her eyes widened. Distracted again. "We should help. No one else is going to."