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[bannion_sight]

"Kimmie, come on," Mark coaxes. "You know this could make a real difference."

"Yes, I agree, but it's only been ten days since they announced the results of the trial," she reminds him. "Besides which, I hear they're pricing it at seven thousand American per person

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[hopeitsworthit]

There are days when Dean feels like he could jitter out of his own skin.

And since the last thing he wants to do is talk about that, when it gets really bad he makes his escape.

Sometimes to Milliways.

That seems to be the case today, anyway. And he doesn't look too displeased to see it.

He doesn't look too displeased to see Kim, either. Though it takes him a little longer than usual to make his way over to her table. Those eyes of hers, man.

They see too much.

"Kim. Hey. Long time no see."

[bannion_sight]

She looks up from the paper she's studying and beams.

"Dean! Hi."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Again with the busy?"

He tilts his head a little, taking a quick swig of beer as he swings himself down into a seat across from her.

"Wish I could say I was surprised."

[bannion_sight]

"Not that busy," she assures him. "This is just stuff I promised a friend I'd look through."

To emphasize her point, she pushes it a little bit away from her.

[fairytaleknight]

Fakir is the kind of person who sees a stack of papers and automatically starts trying to read them. Unfortunately, he doesn't read English. (It's a sad glitch in the translation spell.)

When he can't read the papers, he looks up at the person who has the papers. "Good evening," Fakir says.

At the moment, Fakir is pale, unsteady on his feet, and has bandages running all the way up both his arms. This does not particularly interest him, but it might interest Kim.

[bannion_sight]

It does indeed -- and the second she gets a look at him, Kim's shoving the papers aside.

"Hi," she says, and then in the same breath, "Want to sit down?"

Clear gray eyes are sharp and intent on him.

[fairytaleknight]

Fakir runs through several possible responses, hunting for one that doesn't admit weakness. He finally settles on, "If there's room."

A beat later, he adds, in an introduction of sorts, "Fakir."

[bannion_sight]

"There's room," she assures him. "My papers don't need a whole half-table to themselves, I promise."

A beat.

"I'm Kim Ford," she adds. "It's nice to meet you."