[ she's also, in a way, kept her eyes out for him. they haven't really spoken, but she's seen him enough in the halls, or in the parking lot outdoors. it's been nice to be able to just see a friendly enough face, to know that there is someone if she needed them, even though she hasn't. yet.

logan straightens when she looks down to see the oil draining from his bike, knows enough about bikes and machines to know they've got a little bit. good timing he says, and sits on the curb, and Karen moves to sit next to him.

no, the bottle opener on his keys is far from the most surprising thing she's seen this week. the mention of her nametag has her laugh a little, glancing down to the already dirty plastic, with slanted letters reading karen. ]

Yeah. Well- it's temporary. [ she takes a sip from the bottle, exhaling when she realizes it's somehow still a little chilled. it's nice, and Karen lets out a breath. ] I figured better start working on paying for my own motel room. Just while I'm figuring things out.