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[thanoodles]

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[lastnightisaw]

[Unimpressed. That's the current reaction. His trip to London was to meet with -- well -- the operative London, so the interrupted train voyage due to 'problems beyond our power' and the subsequent, personal improvisation bring him to a very unpleasant surprise. It doesn't quite feel real, to be honest, something he should know very well about. Maybe it's just a dream.

He is an unremarkable man in his thirties with tired but watchful eyes today. A cheap business suit with a dull necktie, briefcase in his left hand, dark golden hair and darker eyes.]

[torontroll]

[ These British agents are all sour dudes. At least, that's what Maude thinks. Come on, the world is a mess and they are supposed to protect it (somehow, she didn't get that part straight), being unimpressed is hardly going to help.

Tilting her hat up, flicking it, she turns to him and whistles low. ]

Damn, huh?

[lastnightisaw]

[He has to take a moment to observe her (it's very important for him to observe people, as I'm sure you understand) -- white hair, characteristic lips and brows, broad shoulders.

His eyes widen a little, preluding a heavy sigh with a frown.]

A good word for it.

[and he looks back at... whatever is beyond them, frowning, wondering how long he's been out of contact.]

What happened?

[torontroll]

[ She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth; not a good word, but, hey, whatever suits his fancy. A good word would be "godshitdamnjesuschrist", but that's not really a word.

It would work, though. ]

Why are you asking me? [ She's a newbie, after all. ] I thought you guys knew everything. [ By "you guys" she means the British Order. ]

[lastnightisaw]

[One brow quirks, the rest of his expression still shows a frown, considerably expressive for a man of so little words. This version of him, at least.]

'You guys'.

[torontroll]

The jolly mates, good sir. [ She is pretty spot on with the British accent. ] Tea and crumpets and manner and monocles and twirly moustaches.

[lastnightisaw]

[He can at least recognize her talented accent, if nothing else.]

Stereotypes never impressed anybody.

[torontroll]

Nothing ever impresses you guys anyway.

[ She sighs and leans back against a partially destroyed wall, crossing her arms over her chest. ]

Anyway. I have no idea what happened here, but I can tell you it wasn't my fault. [ Because that helps. ]

[lastnightisaw]

[He disagrees, young lady, you just have to step up your game and claw away at their pride to see it happen.]

That's a relief. [He looks at her after a beat, thinking. He can't contact anyone on his own, brings as little as he can to be identified or tracked down.] Do you have a phone with you?

[torontroll]

Yeah, but the signal is dead.

[ She pulls it out of her pocket and hands it to Edinburgh anyway. Like she had said, it doesn't seem to be able to catch it any signal. ]

I've even tried in awkward Kama Sutra poses to get a signal, but it's pretty much useless.

[lastnightisaw]

That's all right. [He takes it into his hand and places his briefcase down, giving her a weird glance once she throws in the joke (he could laugh, but not right now) and opening it up with his nails to dig out the little card. It's replaced with a card of his own, and he turns the phone back on to see what happens.

While they wait...]

You're alone?

[torontroll]

[ She watches him replace the card and doesn't say anything, scratching the back of her neck to do something with her hands. She isn't exactly freaked out by this scenario, but it is weird. She is used to this place turning the odds on them, used to have a bit of complications and troubles on her hands, but it's still weird to be in the middle of a wasteland.

With a British dude. ]

Hm? Yeah. [ She looks around, as if confirming it. ] Didn't see anyone but you.

[lastnightisaw]

[Not very promising.]

And how long have you been here?