Like usual, Cara had avoided the picnic. Instead she went running in the preserve until she was almost too tired to lift her feet enough to climb the stairs back up to her room.

Unlike usual, she locked the door behind her before she pulled off her boots and gloves, and started unlacing her leathers. It was hardly a secure barricade, but at least it would prevent a repeat of any unwelcome surprises.

[ooc: for two.]

Despite how long she'd been pacing Cara hadn't quite yet managed to wear a hole in her floor, but that was largely due to the fact the carpet was very durable.

She forced herself not to open the door every time her circuit of the room took her near. With no real way to communicate between here and the Midlands, she was only going to know if Richard or Kahlan was coming was when they did or didn't arrive.

Besides, it wasn't like she had any reason to expect them to come again, given showing up last time had been more than she deserved.

[ooc: open]

Instead of her usual post-radio bed-flop (talking that much was draining, all right?), Cara was pacing, fingers drumming restlessly against her thighs.

She mightn't have worn a hole in the carpet yet, but given the tension in her shoulders it was only a matter of time.

[Expecting one.]

Cara had decided to give the picnic a miss. She didn't like crowds and mingling at the best of times, and given she didn't have anyone coming to visit her, going to this particular one was a slap in the face she could avoid

Besides she had much, much better things to be doing with her time. One of which was in the room with her.

[For ze boy and then...]