<strong>On the Bus</strong><br/><br/>A queen-sized bed took up the full back portion of the bedroom, leaving space for opposing loveseats just inside the entry. Sophronia was leaning back against the edge of the bed, that same, flirty smile on her face. She laughed softly.<strong>"I've never really considered myself all that delicate, though I suppose I do give off that impression these days."</strong>She motioned towards the seats, or maybe the bed... it was a broad motion.<strong>"Please, sit, relax. You've had a difficult few days. Or perhaps years..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I must admit, it's been quite some time for me as well."</strong>She removed her shoes and placed them carefully in a small cupboard.<strong>"Before... well, <em>before</em>, I was so busy with work... and being in politics, even as an aid, scandal was always a concern. It was easier to just... <em>not </em>most of the time. And after... Everything was falling apart. And then <em>after</em> after..."</strong>She glanced upwards at her ears.<strong>"Well... It's far, <em>far</em> to easy for me to get dates, and that's what makes it so terribly difficult." </strong>