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The front door doesn't slam open, because that would be rude, but it's certainly opened with a fair amount of purpose as a woman strides in. She's a striking woman, brown curly hair cut and styled in a very WWII way, wearing a khaki uniform with heels, skirt, and (besides the two badges on her jacket's lapels) a deliberate lack of insignia.
This isn't the Strategic Scientific Reserves's London headquarters.
She has no idea what this is, but it wasn't where she was going (or rather, where she was leaving, because it's four in the morning and she would like to get at least some sleep), but from the expression on her face, someone is going to explain.
Right.
Now.
[ooc: open until I say otherwise! :)]
This isn't the Strategic Scientific Reserves's London headquarters.
She has no idea what this is, but it wasn't where she was going (or rather, where she was leaving, because it's four in the morning and she would like to get at least some sleep), but from the expression on her face, someone is going to explain.
Right.
Now.
[ooc: open until I say otherwise! :)]