001: [ holo ] well this isn't windsor terrace
"Oh yep, I've got sugar. No biscuits though sorry, but the--" Annie abruptly stops talking once she realises that the lovely elderly woman she was just chatting to has apparently vanished into thin air. Sadly, the tray of teas and coffees she was carrying doesn't vanish with the granny, and the whole lot goes clattering to the floor in a disaster of Ikea destruction as she drops it with shock.
"Shit!!" Is her immediate reaction. Tea everywhere. "Oh god, look I'm sorry, I've made a right mess in your nice clean... tin can... room." Hopping nervously from foot to foot, she revolves on the spot, taking everything in. "If you've got a mop, I'll just clean it up and be on my way, no hard feelings? Hello? Is there anyone here? Mitchell? George?"
Trying very hard not to feel frightened, she keeps talking to herself. "Blimey, this is all a bit Roswell, isn't it? Spooky."
Never mind that she's a ghost.
"Shit!!" Is her immediate reaction. Tea everywhere. "Oh god, look I'm sorry, I've made a right mess in your nice clean... tin can... room." Hopping nervously from foot to foot, she revolves on the spot, taking everything in. "If you've got a mop, I'll just clean it up and be on my way, no hard feelings? Hello? Is there anyone here? Mitchell? George?"
Trying very hard not to feel frightened, she keeps talking to herself. "Blimey, this is all a bit Roswell, isn't it? Spooky."
Never mind that she's a ghost.