She sat down at the table in the chair that Alexander was not occupying—the one next to Rex.
She moved with the composed efficiency of someone who had processed the outside conversation to its conclusion and was now choosing to be present in the room rather than absent from it. Her expression was the professional one, which Rex had learned conveyed something different from the personal one, even when the two appeared similar.
She glanced at the food, then surveyed the table as a whole before placing some on her plate and starting to eat with the deliberate focus of someone who has determined that eating is the next task at hand and is executing it.
Alexander did not come back inside.
Mireya glanced at his empty chair, then shifted her gaze to Elizabeth before focusing on her own plate.
"So... I want to be clear about something," Mireya said. "This has to be a long-term discussion."
'Ah shit... here we go again.' Rex thought.
