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[cant_kim]

It's been some time since Kim was last here. She looks underfed, grubby, and scruffy around the edges again when she ducks through the door -- and surprised to be here. After a quick glance around, she allows herself a quick smile and trots towards the Bar

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[walksthebounds]

Jamie looks rather disgruntled, as he watches this scene play out.

"You get free food," he complains. "I get cranky rats."

How is this fair!

[cant_kim]

It's been about three years, to Kim, since she met Jamie; she doesn't recognize him right off.

She gives him a Look, nevertheless. "It ain't free."

[walksthebounds]

It's been longer for Jamie, but he tries harder to remember the people he meets here than he does those he meets anywhere else.

(Still, if you asked him the boy's name, he wouldn't be able to answer.)

"All I'm saying is, the bar was pretty prompt about serving you up a plate. You have any tips on how to move up to first-class treatment like that?"

[cant_kim]

A snort. "You wouldn't like, I'll wager."

[howling_laugh]

A stool or two over, there's a woman in motorcycle leathers. She's filling up an ashtray, and was reading a small book before something more interesting came along.

Now, Coyote is eyeing Kim outright. Polite is for other people.

[cant_kim]

It doesn't take Kim long to notice -- knowing when you're being watched is an important survival skill for a thief. She gives Coyote a wary sidelong look, still working on the bread and cheese.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote smiles sunnily. "You are a sight, my dear. And where do you hail from?"

She's got a long snout, and sticks it into everything.

[cant_kim]

"Nowhere near here."

Her accent's pure London, though.