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[devoutish]

London. Nineteen-twenty. Very different, yes.

You may find your Lagavulin yet. We've found gin; wine.

[nursetemple]

[Wow. Well. That's different, indeed. She has to wonder what he thinks of a woman in a job like hers. A mixed raced woman, at that.

She doesn't ask.]

You're doing perfectly fine with the technology provided, that's impressive. I guess you've been here for long enough?

I doubt I'll find fine Scotch anywhere here, but I'll keep an eye out. It can always be used as disinfectant anyway.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[That's an approving mm. He likes resourcefulness.]

I've been here for-- oh, fifty-odd days. Our longest residents are pushing six months.

[nursetemple]

Yes, I've been talking with some of the people that have been here longer. I feel for them.

[Especially since both Al and Steph are children. At least, he sounds like one; she's probably in her late teens, but still too young to be here.]

[devoutish]

Many more have died, and not come back.

[nursetemple]

[If she was anyone else, she'd spit and curse.]

So many are so young.

[devoutish]

Ten, eleven, twelve. Yeah.

[He's not happy about it, either.]

Plenty looking after 'em, though.

[nursetemple]

Alright, that's good to know.

[The idea of kids wandering alone is just unpleasant.]

[devoutish]

Yeah. Even I'm not gonna touch the kids, don't you worry.

[nursetemple]

[She didn't expect that.]

But the adults are fair game?

[devoutish]

That depends on the adult, doesn't it.

[nursetemple]

I imagine it does.

[She doesn't like it, but it's not like it's anything new to Claire.]

You got many enemies around here, Mr Solomons?

[devoutish]

Enemy. Enemy is a strong word, innit. I've got enemies at home.

All teasing aside, Ms. Temple, my business isn't here. I'm not starting a criminal empire under everyone's noses.

[nursetemple]

Fair enough. It's a good thing too, if we're to find a way home, right?

[She's not a fool, though. People coming from all sorts of places, all sorts of times. Personalities will clash.]

There must be people with less of a cool head than yours around. Like those on the guide.

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[devoutish]

People like the Joker.

[Alfie has compulsively privated conversations less and less as time has gone on, but this one gets locked down now.]

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[nursetemple]

I saw his name, yes. Also, Mr Beckett, although I'm talking to him and he seems to be of sound mind at this moment.

I can't imagine a situation like the one we're in without interpersonal drama - it's bound to happen. But the Joker...

[She hesitates.]

I looked around the network. I saw your post, and some others. He's insane, isn't he? Clinically so.

[Hesitates some more.]

I'm sorry about your friend.

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[devoutish]

[Alfie isn't totally sure what "clinically insane" entails in the twenty-first century, but whatever it is, the Joker probably qualifies.]

The man does not have a cool head.

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[nursetemple]

Yeah, what I've seen hasn't given me this impression. Not the kind that can be reasoned with, and takes pleasure in inflicting pain. Unpleasant.

[She makes a face.]

I'll do my best to stay away from him.

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[devoutish]

And if you do see him, you'll pass along this information, yeah?

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[nursetemple]

I can.

[She has no horse in this race. And if he's being followed/monitored by someone, or several people, there is less risk of murders.]

If you are injured, will you let me know? Just so I can help.

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[devoutish]

If I were you, I'd focus on gathering supplies for your practice first.

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[nursetemple]

You're not me. I can multitask.

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[devoutish]

Mm. You'll get along famously with Dr. Watson. He wants to take care of the world, too.

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[nursetemple]

It's a vocation thing, I believe.

[She smiles, gently.]

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[devoutish]

I'm not likely to get hurt. Recklessness isn't part of this plan.

What year are you from? Twenty-first century?