[Despite this being nowhere near the beach or the hot tub Wren is clad in her bikini as she walks onto the deck; with the heat wave in full swing, even the tactician's coat that would normally be her sole concession to modesty is nowhere to be seen. She falls into a chair — pointedly not one of the plush ones — and exhales deeply, fanning herself with one hand.
She's yet to acknowledge Izunia's presence, if she even noticed him there at all.]
May 2, afternoon; viewing deck
She's yet to acknowledge Izunia's presence, if she even noticed him there at all.]