Amanda kept her watch for a few moments, then turned toward Pala to taunt him about how she'd found him in his apartment the other day. "So... Did all your bruises heal yet? What about the paper cuts?"
She'd noticed the girl watching Renton, but she really couldn't care less what the idiot was doing.. Something about him and his twin sister rubbed her the wrong way.
"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason and intellect, has intended us to forgo their use."
- Galileo Galilei
Use your sense, reason, and intellect: www.manpollo.org
He turned to her, blushing and somewhat irritated; in his excitement over the museum he had forgotten his 'incident' with his books. He gave her the mildest glare possible and, rubbing his forgotten bruises under his shirt, mumbled:
"It's fine... but thanks for finding me.
And quickly wanting to change the subject, he gestured over at the Babylonian wing:
"I think there's some stelae over there that we haven't checked out yet."
As Amanda and Paul began to make their way towards the Babylonian wing, they approach in passing the girl Amanda noticed earlier. She's wearing a pair of red-rimmed glasses. The glasses girl turns and promptly walks away at your approach, disappearing into the chattering crowd near the Interactive IMAX Experience that is just letting out.
Renton scratches his head in boredom; history is nice and all, but there aren't enough explosions. The crippled girl's with Nanook of the North; he waves cheerily at the two with a loud "Prepare your anus Pala!" as they walk/slide by. Content with his petulant outburst, he leans against a wall in feigned cool. With a practiced flip and juggle routine, he pops open his NERV cellphone to check his texts.