[Carata lets Lexa's cycling thoughts slip through her fingers, pass her by. She doesn't try to snatched at any of them, and she doesn't attention to re-directed them or calm her. She was remaking herself. It is late coming, by Carata's standards, but it is necessary. She would need to shake off the past- not hide from it, not forget it, not deny it, but leave it behind her, a thing that simply happened.

It didn't seem like she'd be successful, this time, but it was hardly, Carata's place to say.

It's an interesting story, though. Carata has not heard one exactly like it, although there were themes that carried. Still, for her it is just that. She pulls her coat tighter around her shoulders and glances up at the sky. It looked like the start of a storm.]

Maybe. Maybe not. [It sounded like the was intent to make the same choices, always. What a difficult and painful path to place yourself on. She was a difficult person. Carata sighs again, a soft sound, turning back to stand under the awning in front of the elevator. Her hair would go unmanageable if she stayed out in the rain.]

Do you think you will watch the game? Tickets are hard to come by, but there's plenty of places that will be broadcasting it.