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[ The hug is not unwelcome, but it's not quite expected either. As Glimmer is tugged in against Joe--he's taller, broader, sturdier--there's a brief flicker of memory. She wonders if this is what her father's hugs felt like and then returns the gesture with a fierceness, hugging the man tight for a moment before she's released to take a look at the flat. She wanders towards the small kitchen and the waiting table. ]

Tea sounds great.

[ Then a small smile. ]

So does vodka, honestly.

[ She drops into her seat and leans back with a low sigh and fans at herself with one hand, trying to push away some of the slick, humid heat that clings to everything in New Amsterdam at the moment. ]