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[fortytwoseconds]

Who: Parker and Harry
Where: the seventh floor
When: beginning of the flood
Warnings: probably none

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[canisayfuckmore]

Harry was better about leaving his room since he'd returned to the barge, time and talking had got him through the worst of it, so it was only with a slight, (healthy) amount of trepidation, that he began walking where he was pulled. Resigned to making the best of whatever pairing the Admiral picked for him... As long as it wasn't the prick who beat up Bruce he'd be fine, fine.

[fortytwoseconds]

Parker saw a man walking towards her, and instinctively pulled back into the stairwell.

"Who's there?" she hissed, keeping in the stairwell for the moment.

[canisayfuckmore]

Harry stopped short. "Uh, Harry, Harry Lockhart... warden?" He wasn't sure if that'd be a reassurance, then he realised how it sounded. "I mean, uh, warden, definitely. Not... supposed to be a question there."

He wasn't feeling compelled to move on, so this, woman in the shadows, must be it.

[fortytwoseconds]

"What're you doing here?" Parker didn't know what she was doing here, so this must some kind of alien mind control. Or one of those floods. That made more sense. Why she was supposed to be in the near vicinity of Harry Lockhart of all people was something of a mystery to her.