Something tells me we're not in South Africa any more

[echosinhabit]

Back straight. Shoulders squared. Her form is imposing. Short blond hair and intense brown eyes complete the look. She is a woman in a man's world. There is no room for emotion or uncertainty. That was why she had left England - weakness. It was too difficult to give up her front and when it had begun to crumble it was for nothing

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[alan_shore]

Strolling--yes, Alan's out for an honest-to-goodness stroll--her way is a man in a suit that's likely worth more than your average government employee's weekly paycheck. Though out of earshot, he's near enough to observe the frantic quality of her movements.

"Are you all right?" he inquires, the picture of polite concern, upon reaching her.

[echosinhabit]

"Eh?"

Carol wasn't expecting someone to be there. It was a bit of a shock to have a voice that wasn't her own interrupting her moment of panic. She quickly pulls herself together and nods to the man.

"Can you tell me where I am?"

[alan_shore]

Oh.

Alan looks her over--not the usual brazen up-and-down but a mild, not unsympathetic glance.

"I can," he says, with a hesitance that can herald nothing good, "but I can't promise you'll like the answer. May I ask where you're from?"

[echosinhabit]

Carol eyes the man. His tone is none too comforting. She can already tell by it and his body language that something bad had happened to her.

"I'm from South Africa. Now where am I?"

Her tone implies that she has little tolerance for tact at the moment.