Agent Renee Walker [24] / Juliet Burke [Lost] / der bar

[mmdaisies]

The redhead who walks through the front door obviously is new. Her brow is furrowed, her mouth sagging with a frown -- she's not good at hiding her emotions. Not a good trait in her line of business. She's managed to survive

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Renee

[onlyneed1shot]

Camille glances up. She's looking slightly worse for wear, with the graze across her cheekbone and all her spark and charm worn away, but the combination of (once)white sneakers, black cargo pants and blue jacket at least makes her appear non-threatening.

"It probably won't explode," she says, her Latin American accent thicker than normal.

[mmdaisies]

Renee's quick to look at the person addressing her. Her first instinct was to ask a question. That went away as she caught sight of the woman: her bruises, her dirty clothes. She still looked shocked. That shock just has a new source, now.

She blinks rapidly, composes herself. "What won't explode?"

[onlyneed1shot]

"The..." She gestures with her head towards the Window. "That."

[mmdaisies]

She glances at the window.

Glances.

She'd rather not look at it again.

"I see." She looks back to Renee, her face contorted in rather noticeable worry. She's debating whether she should inquire --

Then again, this woman is a perfect stranger. What business is it of hers?

"Where am I?"

[oliverthejinx]

Someone is watching the woman with the vodka, head tilted curiously.

In his opinion, those clothes aren't dated at all.

[theotherdoc]

It doesn't take long for Juliet to notice she's being watched.

It doesn't take long for Juliet's expression to go from tired to -- what? Angry? Exasperated? Scared? She hadn't seen Ben for several days. All the better for it! But she hadn't the time to think how she'd feel if she'd ever see him again.

She knows, at least, that she thinks it's too soon to be seeing him again.

[oliverthejinx]

Oliver blinks, taken slightly aback by the expression on the woman's face.

And then he remembers: this has happened before. Something like it, he can't remember exactly with whom - it's been a while - but he knows not to panic; it's just a misunderstanding.

"Hello," he says politely, giving her a slight nod.

If it eases her at all, there isn't a single hint of recognition to be found in Oliver's expression.

[theotherdoc]

It doesn't help.

"What do you want?"