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[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah is, unsurprisingly, at her favorite armchair by the fire today, reading. The book choice is slightly different than normal, The Time Machine as opposed to a silly romance novel

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[works_in_space]

"Hello, Sarah." Jim is sitting not far away, watching the universe pass by in all its doomed glory. "Reading anything interesting?"

[his_sarah_jane]

"Oh, hello Jim! It's The Time Machine," Sarah answers with a chuckle. "I used to enjoy H.G. Wells when I was a child. It's slightly strange to be reading this book now."

[works_in_space]

"That would make sense. I've read some of the old speculative fiction from your era and earlier - it was included in a sociology course at the Academy - and it's hard to believe what was predicted.

"Though I hope you haven't met any Morlocks." It's a wonder that Jim remembers that detail - he didn't care much for the book.

[his_sarah_jane]

"I'd say that I've met worse than Morlocks, actually," Sarah replies, placing her bookmark back inside the book and closing it. "I'd say those mutated spiders would certainly count. Or the Daleks."

[weeper_of_blood]

Even Le Chiffre knew well enough where Sarah Jane's favourite spot is, which is unfortunately also his own preferred place to rest up. Luckily today wasn't a time that he craved solitude by the fire, otherwise the sight of her sitting over there would have caused him hell.

In fact, the sight of her almost struck a smile from him as he approached, lowering neatly onto the seat opposite as he kept his gaze on her, "No white dress today, I see."

[his_sarah_jane]

As Sarah Jane is determined to enjoy her day, she refuses to let the sight of Le Chiffre bother her. Instead, she smiles politely at him for a second before frowning.

"As I said, I didn't pick that dress."

[weeper_of_blood]

"I remember you saying," he replied with a nod, attention on her remaining. "Pity. It didn't look so bad. I'm sure Bond enjoyed it."

[his_sarah_jane]

Calmly, "I don't see how that's any of your buisness."

[l33t_mouse]

Mouse is working on fine-tuning her Game-slowing application before she shows it to Dot. She's very engrossed in her code-tweaking, so she doesn't notice Sarah until she looks up to rest her eyes from the screen of her portable workstation. She scans the title of Sarah's book off the back of the spine.

"Ugh. I played that Game once," she says. "One nano we were fightin' Roman centurions, an' the next a bunch'a space cyborgs. Totally random."

Of course, to someone who's not familiar with computer sprites, Mouse's comment is totally random.

[OOC: Sorry about tagging with the wrong pup before.]

[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah looks up from her book, blinking at Mouse in confusion. "Game?"

[ooc: it's okay.]

[l33t_mouse]

"Yeah, sugar. As in computer game. I think we had'ta fight cowboys too," she adds. "'Course they all kinda run together after a while. At least fer me."

[his_sarah_jane]

She shakes her head again, although now the confusion has started to give away to a small and amused grin.

"I'm afraid I don't know much about computers. We're still using typewriters in my time, you see. So I wouldn't know anything about computer games."