Usually when Luz swung by the library for something to occupy her nights, there was a decent chance she'd spot Lexx. Happened almost every third time, in fact. She'd give him a wave and he'd return a little nod and a smirk, and she'd ponder means of motivating him to get into a tussle of some kind. It was odd. They were both zeraora, their hosts were a pair, they were both unbothered by most things, and yet they'd never developed a rapport.
It was a shame, really, but there was never an incitement to change that status quo . . . until the Eterna storm 'hatched' them and their kin, giving Luz an unaccountably keen desire to talk about what that meant with another shade. One smarter than the average shade, ideally. So when Luz spotted him with a book in one paw and a mug of something hot in other at the library cafe, she joined him, gave a lazy salute, and leaned back in her chair.
"Howdy, fella," she drawled. "How's post-storm life with a fuller set of senses treatin' ya?"