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Subject: Life is a Game of Chance


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Sabra
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Date Posted: 14:14:07 01/25/05 Tue
In reply to: Max 's message, "::ante up::" on 12:51:45 01/25/05 Tue
moving from her spot in the open door way Sabra nods quietly before searching for the saucepan, finding it where she would figure most people would keep such things. she raises from her crouch as she had been going through lower cupboards. shutting all open doors with her leg, prize in hand. turning about to the counter the fea had placed the rest of the ingredients, she gives a soft smile before placing it among them. her glance shifting almost instantly with habit not one to look in one place for long. wondering to the bar on the other side of the counter Sabra settles down upon one of the stools ( I made up that part of the apartment I think sorry if you dont like) listening for the males return, hearing the sounds of water.

you have been here before?

having noted the way she moved about the kitchen in the same almost searching way that she had and her testing smell of the products within the refrigerator. she was obviously more into food then most of her kind, most did not even bother with such things any longer, especially in the way she was about to prepare it. the thought seeming odd but not unusual for Sabra. she most often liking to link puzzle pieces together on her own before hearing other peoples answers. sharp optics picking up much while she waits for a rely, her words made to sound only conversational, icebreakers. though the question was worded as it was because she remembered the way Zeth looked to Max and allowed her to lead the way.

features still pleasant, a elbow coming to rest on the counter tops and her chin atop it with apparent laziness confidance. she watches the other's movements with the same casual appearing study. her crania tilting the slightest bit directing her hearing better to the others. her attention more on them then on the fea before her though she would never allow that to be obvious.this being her the only true break of the night and hopefully her final. still was not sure but she would find out eventually if she watched and listened close enough.

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