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[cant_kim]

The door cracks open. Kim peers around, and lets out a relieved sigh when the room beyond proves to be Milliways. Slipping inside, she tucks a piece of wire into her pocket and heads for the fireplace to warm up. It's damn cold in London, but at least it's not raining

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[cant_kim]

Kim perches herself on the hearth, rubbing her hands together, and glances curiously at the man and his instrument.

[cant_kim]

Her eyebrows go up.

"Ain't my lookout if you play." She shrugs. "'S everyone's bar."

[cant_kim]

It's . . . definitely unusual, but it's sort of fascinating. She finds herself listening in spite of herself.

[cant_kim]

Kim flinches automatically when the string breaks.

[cant_kim]

"You all right?"

[cant_kim]

"Sure sounded bad."

[cant_kim]

She snorts, in spite of herself. "Both."

[cant_kim]

Sometimes after the cigarettes, her eyes start to widen and don't stop.