[Callisto's moods are mercurial and fleeting. Sometimes, she gets bored or distracted easily, and other times, nearly anything can capture her attention - because after all, nearly anything is more interesting than the dark emptiness of Tartarus. Today, she lands firmly in the second category, and shows no signs of restlessness as she watches Tim putter around the room. She's listless enough as to be teetering on the edge of a depressive spell - but alert enough that she isn't quite falling into one.
After a while - after an hour or so, perhaps - she pulls a lighter out of her pocket and starts flicking it on and off, watching the dancing flame.]
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After a while - after an hour or so, perhaps - she pulls a lighter out of her pocket and starts flicking it on and off, watching the dancing flame.]