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Technically, no one bumped into her, though almost as soon as she started the needlessly long march down the hall towards the stairs, something entered her field of vision - which was a rather impressive feat considering her gaze was practically glazed over. She wasn't exactly anti-social on the best of days, but given the nature of her 'quest' as it was, how could she really face the more early risers of the complex? Then again, why should they care how she spent her money? She was over thinking it. It was early. She should've been asleep. Or at least building up the caffeine rush to have the appearance of being active and awake. 

Fortunately, the wave didn't belong to the landlady who would probably have some choice words for her, like any other landlord, but rather the unmistakable vibrant hair of Jeanne. Vern would recognize the hair anywhere. Well, almost anywhere, depending on how cognizant she was. At least it was Jeanne, there was a friendly sort of rapport between the two of them, thanks in part to Vern giving the vibrant med student a place to vent. It was a give and take sort of thing. Vern took up Jeanne's time -which was surely precious, or moreso than Vern's own - and in return Jeanne gave Vern amusing anecdotes. 

While she hadn't known every resident of the hall (nor did she probably want to), Jeanne had always been decent, even with Jeanne's relatively new arrival. It seemed like longer than a month. Clearly Vern had enjoyed the bitch sessions. 

After once again glancing down at her...garish attire and glad that she opted against the more unclean variant of shirt, Vern shuffled her way towards her friend and the stranger that she was talking with.  

[color=D8BFD8]"Yo, J.J.,"[/color] Vern's voice was still in that early morning rasp, with a scratchy tone. Turning her head from the two, she cleared her throat, fixing that unfortunate problem easily enough. [color=D8BFD8]"You workin' today? Don't they know about weekends?"[/color] Her voice was normal now, the rasp to her voice less scratchy and full of phlegm and more husky as one would assume a smoker to have. [color=D8BFD8]"Who's your friend and is Adidas paying her?"[/color]