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[thecacophony]

Got a favorite spot in Maurtia Falls?

[mycrosstobear]

the Lonesome Rider's pretty good.

meet you there?

[thecacophony]

You got it.

The words are sent off quickly. She knows the place well enough, at least now that she has all of her memories back. A whole life returned to her; a gift that she doesn't want to be rid of.

She doesn't waste too much time in preparation, leaving her sword at her apartment, for once, but remembering to take the Cacophony. Maybe her gun isn't as pleased to be back here, but then, since when is he pleased at anything that's not bleeding or on fire? The gun is a familiar presence underneath her jacket, a low-seething warmth that she's used to carrying along; flying over the city and toward the bar, Sal takes a breath of cold air and lets herself grow familiar with this place again.

She lands herself on the sidewalk a short time later and quickly begins looking around for Nicholas' familiar face. Her expression is the same as it usually is; a slight frown to fend off unwanted attention. It doesn't give away, in other words, that small amount of anxiety she's feeling.

"Hey," she says, picking him out of the small crowd amassed in front of the bar. "It's been a little while." A few weeks gone from here, but a few months for her. Enough time for her to miss, well, everything and to know how easily it can all slip from her fingers.