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[cant_kim]

The door cracks open. Kim peers around, and lets out a relieved sigh when the room beyond proves to be Milliways. Slipping inside, she tucks a piece of wire into her pocket and heads for the fireplace to warm up. It's damn cold in London, but at least it's not raining

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[cant_kim]

"Well. Good."

She watches him and the flute, somewhat dubious.

[cant_kim]

"Not for them, it prob'ly ain't."

[cant_kim]

She hides a shiver.

"I'll just bet."

[cant_kim]

That sounds encouraging, anyway; she relaxes slightly, but she's still keeping a close eye on him.

"You got any apprentices to keep an eye on?"

[cant_kim]

She frowns.

"They turn up often?"

[cant_kim]

"What's the classic sense?"

[cant_kim]

She wrinkles her nose.

"It all sounds havey-cavey to me. A smith's hammer's just as good as a weapon."

[cant_kim]

She wrinkles her nose.

"It all sounds havey-cavey to me. A smith's hammer'll do just as much hurt as a sledgehammer if a cully decides to hit you with it."