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[mctrillian]

"Zarquon, Milliways, always with your timing!" is the exclamation that comes from Trillian, in black pantsuit and blouse, hair set carefully as if planning on attending a business meeting.

Because she was.

There was a hearing of a Sub-Etha scientific experts' board, and she certainly had been on her way, but stopped for a coffee and ended up with

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[gotham_knocking]

Knox, nursing a coffee, smirks. He knows the feeling.

"Sounds like someone is trying to have a conversation with a bar. That never works."

[mctrillian]

"She's written me notes a few times," Trillian concedes.

[gotham_knocking]

"You're kidding!" Knox knew that there had to be some sort of guiding hand here. But he never thought the Bar was actually sentient. "That's...that's probably old news to you, right?" Which is to say, it's not much a news story for the Say True's latest employee.

[mctrillian]

"It's a commonplace event for most people, I think. Talking to Bar. Doesn't always answer, though."

Not always.

"But, then again, my ship talks to me too, so it's a personal expectation."

[gotham_knocking]

"Your ship...Please tell me it's a really advanced ship with a talkin gcomputer like HAL." For a man who chases a vigilante dressed as a bat, Knox still has trouble coping with the weird.

[ooc: sorry for the delay at my end - got taken to lunch]