In the relative silence disrupted only by Druce whispering something to Eriksson Sequoia stood up and stand in the doorway sipping the cool water.
---
Several days later she found herself standing on the same spot, looking at the same direction, thinking of the same stuff - it was somehow good for her that she had a day off in Baffin and a night off with, let's say, a certain person. Sequoia is still a shy lady and she won't inform the whole Hell about her current closest ones. The Hell itself also hardly changed - the same drinks, the same smog you can hang the hatchet on - the only difference was that man at the entrance that looked quite familar - and Sequoia supposed she met him in space.
Oh, a wink.
"Finally", - Sequoia sigh in a loud voice, - "That slowpoke that suggested me a nice evening with him arrived. And acts like he barely remembers his offer."
With a load of thoughts about the men who are all the same Sequoia stepped out in the direction of Jonah getting a drink.