Conrad had given up watching the other men nearby. It wasn't an excitement that really drew him in anymore. He'd seen enough of that sort of thing growing up that he just didn't care. He'd looked around the room again, considering taking a table seat, but thought better of that at the moment as well. There was nothing wrong with here, and if he went and sat on his own he'd just end up reading his book again and no one would talk to him. Not that he really minded all that much if people ignored him. But sometimes, it was nice to talk to someone.
He'd pulled out his book anyways though, sitting down on a wobbly stool to read it through his glasses that he'd finally pulled down out of his hair. He was worrying one of the rings through his lip with his teeth while he stretched the back of his book out so it might hopefully stay open without him having to hold it open. It was a battered old Iain Banks book, the name of which he couldn't remember, mostly because the cover and the front page were gone. But he'd read the author before so it wasn't hard for him to figure out who's work it was.
The movement near him made him look up at the woman standing there, asking for water of all things. Then she looked at him and he flashed her a nice smile "Dunno if you really want to drink the water from here," he shrugged, placing his book print side down to hold his place open while he talked. "Been sitting for a bit and all. Gone a little skanky with slim maybe. Your name's Olivia, right?" They'd never really met, but there wasn't a lot of people in this place either. And word about someone who looked like her got around, so even if they'd never spoken, he knew her name.
He'd pulled out his book anyways though, sitting down on a wobbly stool to read it through his glasses that he'd finally pulled down out of his hair. He was worrying one of the rings through his lip with his teeth while he stretched the back of his book out so it might hopefully stay open without him having to hold it open. It was a battered old Iain Banks book, the name of which he couldn't remember, mostly because the cover and the front page were gone. But he'd read the author before so it wasn't hard for him to figure out who's work it was.
The movement near him made him look up at the woman standing there, asking for water of all things. Then she looked at him and he flashed her a nice smile "Dunno if you really want to drink the water from here," he shrugged, placing his book print side down to hold his place open while he talked. "Been sitting for a bit and all. Gone a little skanky with slim maybe. Your name's Olivia, right?" They'd never really met, but there wasn't a lot of people in this place either. And word about someone who looked like her got around, so even if they'd never spoken, he knew her name.
