[While she waits? Adele lounges in the booth, stretching and settling on the bench, eyes flitting across the crowd. Some confusion, some resignation, a little depression. The usual fare; more or less. It didn't help settle her mind any. If it stays like this and her company doesn't improve she'll have to meditate for an hour or two just to get through the rest of the day without doing anything remarkably foolish.]
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