Hayate sat on the observation, drinking some (not too) hard cider she'd cooked up earlier that evening. At any time she was either reading
a small paper back, or staring down into the amber liquid in her mug. Occassionally, she'd refill the mug with a thermos.
No matter what she was doing, though, she was a little sullen looking. With Nanoha and Fate gone right now, well... it was the first year in about a decade that Nanoha, Fate, Vita, Shamal, Zafira, or Signum ... weren't around. It made her realize that she hadn't really made much in the way of new friends here.