Conversation -Open-

[Charlotte Lewis]

The words flowed from her mouth like a river, quickly and fluently. She spoke in almost a whisper, speaking in the language she had known for several years, but still often wondered how she still understood it. She paused for a moment as the person on the other end spoke, before continuing on her own rant. Charlotte hissed as the person said something that offended her and she instantly muttered something back in Korean before hanging up, shutting her cell phone and pocketing it as she shut the door to her hotel room, also pocketing the card key.

Charlotte sighed and quickly glanced both ways down the hall before heading to her left, following the slightly familiar path to the elevators. She really needed to get a ticket back home, but she had been so tired recently that she kept forgetting, or had just been too tired to go out much. Besides, she wasn't too keen on travelling anytime soon, having just spent several weeks on a dirty, enclosed, and very boring Freighter, and even a few weeks on a mysterious island that still creeped her out slightly.

Running a hand through her hair, she pressed the down button several times, impatiently waiting for the elevator that seemed to take forever to come. Once its metal doors slide open, she stepped inside, still pondering her conversation she had just gotten over. The man had already pissed her off before, and now he was obviously attempting to do it again. Of course, he was back in Korea, and she was here, so Charlotte really didn't want to let it bother her much. However, as the elevator doors slid open again, she remained stiff as she walked out into the lobby of the Roosevelt Hotel, thinking over where exactly she wanted to go at that moment.

[hume]

Desmond wondered if the bags under his eyes looked as prominent as they felt. He'd not slept since leaving that God forsaken island. He didn't have the heart to go to his room, instead he'd settled himself in the waiting area in the hotel lobby and tried to study the notes Daniel Faraday had given him and his own notes that Daniel had advise him to make. Sadly, the more he read the more confused he became, chunks of his memory were missing. Everything from after he'd turned the damn fail safe key in the Swan station had started to merge together in his mind. The cracks in certain parts of his past were not dissimilar from the cracks Des seemed to be seeing in his own sanity. "They say the crazy man is the one who thinks he's sane" Desmond assured himself under his breath. But who was he kidding?

Desmond gave up the notebook for now, he stuck a hotel business card into his notes on Juliette Burke as a marker. He then shoved the notebook under his arm and gave his hair and facial hair a slight going over with his hand before attempting to get to his feet. He'd really lost all track of time and because his muscles has been asleep for so long only made it to his feet on his third try. Getting his bearing within the hotel Desmond headed over to the elevator. As much as he was going to ruin his body clock Des intended to get some shut eye.

Halfway across the the lobby he spotted a familiar face heading toward him, he racked his brain to put a name to the face, if he was lucky he'd even be able to pull up something more substantial. He walked straight toward her so that she couldn't miss him, locked eyes with her the best he could manage and produced simply " 'scuse me. You were with Faraday, right? You're...Charlotte?" His tone of voice was slightly more harsh than he'd intended and his throat felt like he'd been eating glass, he really would have to get a drink soon, preferably something non-alcoholic for the time being.

[Charlotte Lewis]

She had seen him stand up from across the lobby as her gaze swept the large room. She had turned toward the front desk, but out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte spotted him comign toward her. She knew him, from the Freighter of course, one of the first two who had stepped aboard the boat. Desmond was his name, or at least, as far as she remembered. She noticed he carried a book with him, just like Dan's.

"Uh, yeah, I'm with Daniel." She muttered, sticking out her hand on instinct. They had never been properly introduced. "I'm Charlotte Lewis." She continued. She vaguely remembered this man had been invovled with the constants and everything Dan had explained to her, but she didn't remember much of anything anymore. Not that it really bothered her.

"So, uh, where are you going?" Charlotte questioned after a moment, looking at him as she brushed loose hair from her face. She attempted a small smile, but after her previous conversation, she really wasn't all that happy.