Nalia nodded at the mage, “well, if you find yourself in need of anything, just give me or my sister a holler.”<br/><br/>As she turned back to her first customer, she listened to his story, placing a bowl of pretzels in front of him as he requested. A feeling of dejection seemed to come over her. It was always the same story. She always seems to remind everybody of somebody. She was starting to feel like an ass backwards version of Good Luck Chuck. Nevertheless, she wasn’t about to voice these thoughts to the man who’s woes seemed degrees worse than her own, especially if somebody as important as one’s spouse was involved.<br/><br/>Nalia gave him a small sympathetic grin. She couldn’t empathize with his situation as, sadly, she never had the privilege of having somebody she could call significant in her life....well, except maybe her sister, but that isn’t quite the same thing. Plus, her sister arrived there with her. “I’m afraid so.” She answered him, a melancholy tone to her voice. “But, maybe Lauren and Gemma might end up here one day, too. You never knew who ends up here.” She gave him a shrug, honestly not sure herself. Obviously not everybody that has ever died ended up at the Convergence. If they did, this place would be cramped as all hell. She’s not sure how individuals end up here, what is the deciding factor, but if the possibility was there for him, then why not give him at least that small glimmer of hope for a reunion. It certainly beat the grim thought of being forever separated from the ones you love.<br/><br/>While all this was going on, Lydia remained at her front desk, making the necessary phone calls to hire the services of some repairmen to repair the service elevator. Seemed they would arrive in about 10 hours, having a job elsewhere that needs taking care of first. That was fine as far as she was concerned. Clearly they had all the time in the world, all the time in every world really. Once finished on the phone, she typed into her computer, sending out a message to some of the room staff. She sent in for somebody to check the rooms on the 19th floor for a piano. Lydia recalled there being one in a room for a previous guest, but couldn’t remember the number. If it was still there, she sent for the request for a few men to carry it up one floor to room 2000. She sent a second request for the same room for bottles of wine to be brought.<br/><br/>Once satisfied that all demands had been covered, Lydia sat back, relaxed...and started playing some solitaire while she waited for a new guest or for another request.