She had to know...but she also had to admit th degree to which they were in the same boat, right now, and she could almost make out the name--"Titanic". Under the circumstances, maybe it would be for the best if she at least try to put the past aside--or so she wanted to tell herself, as she fished out the franc notes (still crisp from making the exchange) from her purse. She knew she had better head back there before anyone noticed that she had disapeared...but imagined they would understand.
She knew Genevieve...patron of the sudden impulse, would, certainly, and Amanda seemed easy-going. And Methos would never question what she did, knowing what he had done. And who cared about the youngster...(Nick, that was it, she reminded herself) he would certainly know better than to ask.
Only twenty minutes or so, by her watch.
Genevieve leaned by the door and knew that the couple nearby had to know she was approaching--that was how it worked. But she also knew there was certain levels of etiquette that had to be followed--she neded to enter gingerly, and they needed to pretend as if they hadn't quite noticed hat someone was thouroughly invading their privacy. Such was the way one learned to behave as an Immortal.
She nudged open the door, and they both turned in her direction, looking as if a good talk had occured, and Genevieve was glad of that. She knew how Amanda had suffered over the decision she had made, and she hoped Nick told her it was right--since she herself felt it had to be.
"Gen...we were saying..." Amanda began.
"Whatever...I couldn't sleep...but Methos could, go figure," she said with a grin. "I guess he's got more to sleep on than me."
"Or he minds it less," Nick answered, grimly. Genevieve loked at him, and then Amanda, who bore a dissaproving face for a split second before recovering. Genevieve tried to cover on his behalf.
"Nah, he minds, but he's...regular. I mean, I get insomnia, and act crazy, but he's pretty stable...and...I guess he needs it. Nick, if he gave you a hard time before...well, you earned it."
"How?" he inquired, curious to understand what she thought.
"He likes to...get people...understand'em, rattle'em. Yoiu fell in there...you're new to this. He's all right, though...he probably likes you--you're smart. He's more tolerant of...you know..."
She grinned. She felt strange, mentioning intelligence. She knew that was her one bit of snobbery--brains. But he smilled, slightly.