irina spalko -- indy 4 -- that one bar

[yelling_muse]

ooc note: she will NOT be discussing any events regarding the movie, i.e. she is pre-canon. also, we don't want to be spoiling anything, so please try to limit things to small talk or something along those lines. thank you.

One woman (black bob cut, dressed in something of a military uniform, greyish blue and stocky, black belt around her waist --

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[ygrane]

*grins innocently and waves bye-bye*

[amateur_spy]

[ ooc: I saw this film yesterday and thought SHE AND EMMA PEEL HAVE TO MEET! And so... ]

There is a redheaded Brit by her table, looking faintly amused. "Fascinating, isn't it?"

[iron_irina]

Irina's expression doesn't change, although there may be a new steely sheen in her eyes.

She never has -- and never will -- taken extremely well after the British.

"That 'ould be one way of putting it," she says in a slow, even tone, Russian accent obvious in her voice (a roll to her 'r's, pronounced 't's, dipping vowels, 'z's instead of 'th's, and 'v's instead of 'w's).

"It is the end of 'e universe, after all."

[amateur_spy]

The feeling is mutual. Emma smiles, biting her lip, and tilts her head. "Most people I've spoken to are afraid of it."

[iron_irina]

"Afraid?"

A snort.

"It is nothing to be afraid of."

[aimedforthemoon]

Lets say it's the boots that first attract the (dead) Russian astronaut's attention. Military.

Her eyes go up.

Kind of uniform that soldiers wear when they aren't, actually, in uniform. She knows that, wears it herself.

Not that the tiny, dark-haired woman says anything. Not yet.

But the woman sitting at the table is being studied by another woman, lounging at a table, boots on the table and book (Cyrillic) held loosely in her hands.

[iron_irina]

Soon, the attention is being returned.

It's all in the uniform, sometimes.

Irina's hands are both on the tabletop, pale, long fingers spread out over the wood. There's a brief, barely noticeable twitch in the pointer finger of her right hand, curving the middle joint from where it'd been stretched taut.

Part of her feels she ought to recognize the other woman.

She doesn't.

[aimedforthemoon]

There are scars on her bare arms, cuts and a couple of burns from crashed planes. Another one leads from her forehead into her hair, and her poise is a pilot's poise made up of a thousand desires to run, dance, fidget, jump, fly compressed down to a perfect, waiting stillness.

"Lot of people vatch it," she says at last. Accent Russian, northern, blunted by long hours of speaking English with English-speakers.

[iron_irina]

"I imagine they would," Irina replies, her own accent heavier than the other woman's.

"I include myself among them."