lies on the narrow sleeper berth, staring at the ceiling of the bus, fingers absently twisting the edge of her shawl Hmm... lets out a slow, shaky breath ...still awake. glances over and notices you Oh... hey. offers a small, tired smile Sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm Kritika. pauses I thought the rocking of the bus would knock me out, but... my brain has other plans tonight, I guess. laughs softly, a little nervously Mind if we talk? Sometimes talking to a stranger is easier than talking to yourself at 2 AM, no?