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[properpolice]

The front door opens, and a WPC in a tired-looking uniform wanders in, earphones and tape player in one hand, her coat in the other

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[hello_freak]

There's a man sitting at the bar. A tall, shaggy-headed intense man with a paper-wrapped package at his elbow and a stack of Russian newspapers in front of him.

He glances up at the young woman, and his head snaps up, as if he's trying to place her.

"Is that an actual Walkman?"

Oh sorry, not her. The technology.

[properpolice]

She's halfway onto a barstool, and really, it's like she never left work. She eyes him, with his posh accent and clearly well-cut clothing.

"Is that an actual greeting?" She fires back, settling in properly.

[hello_freak]

He freezes for a moment, and a smile that's clearly been rehearsed in front of a mirror settles over his odd features. He casually folds his newspaper, and interlaces his fingers, turning to better address her.

"Hello. Good evening. So sorry for interrupting you, Officer. Ma'am. You'll forgive me but I can't help but notice that you're carrying a piece of technology that I haven't seen since I was a boy. There, is that better?"

[properpolice]

That gets a continuation of the expression he's already earning quite handsomely.
"Now you're just takin' the piss, aren't you?" It isn't a question, not really, and she taps the bar without waiting for an answer. "Ha'pint, please, of whatever ale's on tap?"

She gets something that looks vaguely like what she might get at Luigi's. It's... good enough.

[will_scarlett]

"Milady, what's wrong?"

Will's down the Bar enjoying a pot pie that's warm and a pint of stout. She looks unhappy and ready to hit something, which reminds him of Kate but he pushes that down.

[properpolice]

There's a long moment when she doesn't reply. Doesn't even look up from the half-pint she's gotten from the bar.

Then she realizes, with those detective skills she tries to show she has and which aren't very much appreciated in her current situation, that no one else is answering either.

Cautiously, she looks up and down the bar, blinking in surprise.
"Do you mean me?" She's been called lots of things - 'dozy mare' being a amongst the politest, but milady is new on her.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, ye look as if world's been bein' cruel to ye,"

So he wants to help even if its just by listening, he's missed meeting new people in Milliways.

[properpolice]

"Oh nah, not the whole world." Though, sometimes it seems like it. After all, it isn't as if great strides are being made elsewhere, or at least, not frequently.
"Just think sometimes I'm in the wrong job, is all."

[isaysimplewords]

Milliways is not what Cal was looking for, but it'll do just fine. He makes his way across to the Bar, finding a clear space next to the young woman in the police uniform.

"Could I get some gauze and hydrogen peroxide?" he asks the Bar. The back of his right hand bears some parallel scratches, the deepest of which is bleeding lightly. "Thanks."

[properpolice]

American, she knows before she turns to look - she's heard accents like that on the telly, and sometimes from tourists (yet another reason she longs for the day she'll no longer have to wear a uniform to work - the everloving tourists looking for directions and a photo op).
"Gracious," Shaz is startled from her black mood, eying the damage done, "Do you need a hand with that?"

[isaysimplewords]

Cal glances up from opening the bottle.

"No, thanks," he says with a smile. "I think it looks worse than it is." Cat claws will do that.

[properpolice]

"A'right, just thought I'd ask." She shrugs, mostly to herself, though she still watches, attempting to not be blatant.