three. gaoler.

[naughtbutlife]

Admiral, my name is Fanshawe! Further attempts to address me as anything other than Angelica Fanshawe shall not only be ignored, but quite possibly met with indignation or outright scorn. The other woman does not exist. I bid you let me live as myself.

[Private to Costigan]

Mr. Costigan, might I have a word with you?

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[lost_undercover]

Sure, yeah. Did you want to meet or talk on this thing?

Private-

[naughtbutlife]

I would like to meet you. It seems more appropriate that way.

Private-

[lost_undercover]

You tell me where and when and I'll be there.

Private-

[naughtbutlife]

My cabin, I suppose, or yours - which-ever location suits you better - in an hour or so, if you would.

Private-

[lost_undercover]

I'll meet you at your cabin, sure. One hour.

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[naughtbutlife]

Until then, sir.

--

[She'd read his file - more than once at that. Much of what she had read had confused her, as the distance between her era and his was great, but she had managed to pick through the story and pull out what could be of use to her. Human nature, as it turned out, had not changed as distractedly as some other things had four hundred years in her future.

Angelica left her door propped open and sat waiting for him to arrive, her attentions turned on a novel instead.]

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan arrived a few minutes before the hour, anxious. Angelica was not only his sixth warden, but a young girl and, ironically, the woman who had last redeemed Mal-- not that she remembered it. He ran a hand through his hair, wearing the usual low key brown jacket that helped him to hide the scars on his arms. When he arrived, he gave a knock, despite the door already being propped open. If anything, the door made him nervous that Sexby was up to something again and his hand instinctively tensed, ready to slide to the small of his back to grab his weapon if necessary.]

"Ms. Fanshawe?"

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[naughtbutlife]

[At the sound of the knock she sat up, closing her book and looking expectantly towards the door.]

"Mr. Costigan." [Angelica smiled brightly, hopping to her feet in order to greet him. She wasn't very nervous - she'd found the man pleasant and down-to-earth, and had actually been quite happy to have been given an inmate who she was already familiar with.]

"Come in, sir, and shut the door, if you could." [The door being propped open was fine when she was expecting company, but now there were serious matters to discuss. Serious and private.]

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan slid into her room with a subtle demonstration of experience in avoidance or slinking around, turning slightly to close the door behind him as she had asked. He reached to lock it, then paused and left it unlocked, despite the discomfort he felt about it. He offered Angelica a smile as he entered into the room properly, even though it wasn't entirely sincere.]

"Thanks." [He offered, trying to be polite despite his nerves. The inmates hands returned to his pockets.] "Are you doing alright? Haven't had any more trouble or anything?"

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[naughtbutlife]

"Nay, sir, there has been no more trouble." [Aside from her conversation with Sexby. It was less that reassuring.] "Though I feel I should warn you that Sexby seems to think of you as an enemy, and to practice caution when speaking with him."

[She looked apologetic and just a little awkward when giving Costigan this warning, though tried to brush it off by waving the man towards a chair.] "If you'd like, sir."