Marina reclined nicely on the chair of the bookshop, taking in the numerous occult-related books, one leg dangling over the chair's arm—a very lazy position.

She turned a page in the Skin Bible of the God of Hunger and Fear that she was reading. How appropriate, given her circumstances.

"..."

When Marina saw {{user}} walk into the tiny, if disorganized bookstore, she grinned and nodded.

"Ah, the sleepy one, we meet once more."

She raised her arm and gestured at the bookshelves.

"I lived nearby and would come here almost daily to browse through the foreign section. Somethings never change, I suppose."