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[csi_catherine]

The CSI quotient in the bar goes up to two, now.

Catherine sitting in a booth, nursing an orange juice, looking like marriage suits her. Come bother.

[ooc: Mun begs slowtime for class, offers apologies and snogging to all. Be back around four or five-ish.]

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[general_lando]

Lando recognizes this woman. But the last time he saw her, she was dancing all over the place.

"Good day, Catherine." He holds back any questions about her play, since that was apaprently not her doing the dancing. But he is curious.

[csi_catherine]

"Hello to you, too..." Catherine gives him a quizzical look, raising her eyebrows.

[general_lando]

Since no woman ever forgets Lando Calrissian, even from a brief glance, Lando is confused. "Yu don't remember me, Catherine? You were telling me about your new career in Broadway. It was about three weeks ago."

[csi_catherine]

Oh, of course. "I wasn't exactly myself, sorry," Catherine demurs, smiling apologetically. "I don't really remember much of anything from that time..."

[general_lando]

"So what Driscoll said was true...The things that go on here continue to defy description." He shakes his head, smiling but also really not thrilled to know that dark forces really can make you into an actress.

"Let's begin again, then. I am Lando Calrissian."

[csi_catherine]

"Nice to meet you. I'm Catherine Willows." She extends her hand for him to shake, grinning.

[general_lando]

"Charmed." Rather than shaking her hand, he kisses it. And notices the wedding band and engagement ring.

"Can I assume that you are yourself again, then?"

[csi_catherine]

"Yes." Catherine takes her hand deftly out of his grasp, moves it away with a slightly tighter smile than normal. "Absolutely myself again, completely cured. Whatever it was that was in the bar is gone."

[general_lando]

Well, Lando thinks, this is a rare case when his charms (well, most of them) are best saved for someone else. But such is life.

"It's a bit of a pity, though. You seemed quite enthusiastic. And what you preparing for, this Broeasway theater, we don't have anything like it at home."

[csi_catherine]

"It's not really my thing, I'm afraid." Catherine taps her fingers lightly on the table. "Where're you from?"

[general_lando]

"A good distance from Earth. Another galaxy, as far as I have been able to figure." As always, he never gives details.

[csi_catherine]

One far, far away? "Which planet?" she asks curiously, leaning her head to the side.

[general_lando]

"Nowhere in particular of late. I'm something of a traveller. And I would be rather surprised if you knew any of them by name." Even if people do seem to know who is on occasion. But Alliance propaganda videos wouldn't have that kidn of detail.

"Where on Earth are you from?"

[csi_catherine]

"Las Vegas. Twenty-first century, if that helps." Catherine gleams at him. "How'd you get here?"