Elena is in the living room, sipping tea and reading, cross legged on the couch. She’d been shown to her room, and she had changed into a comfortable long sleeved shirt and shorts. She raises her eyebrows slightly when she sees Quentin and she lowers her cup. “I didn’t take you for much of a sweats guy.”
Not really having anywhere to go, Ren had stayed in the back alleys, and she paints some graffiti on the wall of a dead end alley by the restaurant.