||★-OOC: N/A-★|| Before the girl could make it to her brother, something else caught her attention. Hearing his voice, it seemed the Lenny had made his way downstairs. With a gentle sigh, Klaire decided it would be smarter of her to travel down to the bar herself and see what was up. She yawned softly, going to take a step but pausing upon hearing thoughts that werenâ€™t her own float through her mind briefly. She blinked and resumed her step-taking, walking down the stairs as she sent her own thoughts back at Klad, loudly alerting him of where she was going. It wasnâ€™t as though it really caught her off-guard anymore to hear him in her head, but she did have a bit of a pet peeve about morning intrustions. She stretched, hearing something about a mission and groaning inwardly, standing next to the bar now with crossed arms and staying quiet until she heard more details. Itâ€™s not that she didnâ€™t like missions; it was just that the previous night had completely drained her of any enthusiasm. She hadnâ€™t been studying anything specific, but there were various points and times in her life where she had become curious about a certain thing and written down a question in the small notebook she carried with her at all times. It was around the 42nd notebook she was close to filling up with ideas, theroies and questions that she had been skimming and working through last night. Other than that, Klaire actually enjoying getting out of there and completeing missions. It beat being in her room, working or hanging at the bar at least. It also gave her a way to interact with the others in a way that she probably wouldnâ€™t otherwise. Her eyes locked back on Lenny, a hand reaching up to brush the overgrown bangs tickling her eyelashes slightly to the right side of her face. She wondered what was going on this time.