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[hewed]

Maybe I should wear a sign.

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[waitforitdary]

What kind of sign, Penelope?

[hewed]

One that says "my name is Claire."

[waitforitdary]

That's so weird. Why would you want a sign that said that?

[hewed]

Maybe so that people will stop addressing me incorrectly.

[malefacts]

You're the doctor, right?

[hewed]

... That's right.

[malefacts]

Good to know. Let's just say I often mind myself in need of their services. Name's Malcolm Reynolds.

[Holds out his hand, friendly-like.[

[hewed]

Claire Saunders.

[ she shakes it, though not very firmly. ]

It seems a lot of people here are violence-prone.

[bigtoughgirl]

What for?

[hewed]

Preventing a recurring case of mistaken identity.

[demonologist]

A sign? Whatever for? [He moves to stand beside her, close but not too close.]

[hewed]

I was recently accused of pretending to be someone pretending to be Fred. It was rather convoluted and I'm not sure if I should count it as the fourth or fifth strike.

[demonologist]

[He frowns slightly.] What does that even mean? Pretending to be someone pretending.

[Studying Claire's face for a moment, he falls silent. There must be others here who know Fred. It can't just be Angelus and Spike. Perhaps they know what happened to her.

He can see, though, that Claire is fast coming to the end of her patience regarding Winifred Burkle.]

I know it's not what you want to hear, but you need to give them a little more time to adjust.

[hewed]

Oh, they've begun adjusting. I'm just preparing for the arrival of my next new old friend. And the one after that, the one after that, the one after that... The nexus really is a small world.