Zevran was growing fond of the large atrium room that his uniformed nurse referred to as the Sun Room. It was the place he went in lieu of the mundane activities that they tried so hard to corner him into. He had yet to actually participate in any of them, and planned to keep up this pattern. He was not here for help and kind words and drawing silly pictures. No, he was biding his time, like he imagined many of them were. It was foolish to think that he was the only one pacing like some kind of caged animal, but some were better than others at putting aside their instincts. Some of them were probably even genuinely innocent souls, waiting to be rescued. They'd be disappointed when no one came for them, which was the most likely scenario.

The woman that was sitting on the nearest couch was not one of those. He knew that set of the shoulders. There was a look to her that said she was ready to jump, to strike, to move, even as she lounged so alluringly. Zevran knew that ever ready feeling all too well. If you never truly relaxed, it cut down on the unpleasant surprises. It was something they had in common. Of course, he would be lying if he claimed that was all that drew him to her. The full bow lips, the heavily lidded eyes, and the sighing curves of her figure also had something to do with it. To say she was a beautiful woman was something of an understatement.

Before he knew it, he was gravitating towards her. He knew she was probably watching, although she didn't seem to be inviting in anyone's company. Even if she wasn't looking for pleasant conversation, Zevran believed this was a woman worth knowing. Perhaps that was simply his hopefulness speaking, but there was no harm in trying. Or perhaps there was, but Zevran was willing to take the risk.

"I hope you do not mind if I join you," he announced, and crossed his slippered feet to show his intentions to stay. "It can be so dull to sit all by one's self, don't you think?"