"What do you do for a living, Joan?" He asked, as he was suddenly curious. She was obviously whip smart, he could tell that from even their brief conversation, but he could not make a proper guess on what sort of work she did. She was dressed stylishly and well put together, and the fact that she'd traveled from New York to London for work would point him toward professional of some sort, but of which sort he did not know. It also occurred to him that he should perhaps offer to buy her a drink at some point in the future, if only because she seemed pleasant, courteous, and intelligent, and when in new and potentially dangerous places people like that always made for a good ally, and that was saying nothing of what a person like her could be as a friend.
The thought of buying her a drink brought him around to something else, and he gave her another smile. "So you said this place is a hotel - I can get a room and someplace to shower, then? I'd like to talk more over drink if you'd be so willing to indulge me, but I think we'd both probably prefer a good scrub first after that whole mess." He hadn't forgotten the speck of brain matter on her cheek or her baton, and he highly doubted she had, either.
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Date: 2014-04-22 02:53 am (UTC)The thought of buying her a drink brought him around to something else, and he gave her another smile. "So you said this place is a hotel - I can get a room and someplace to shower, then? I'd like to talk more over drink if you'd be so willing to indulge me, but I think we'd both probably prefer a good scrub first after that whole mess." He hadn't forgotten the speck of brain matter on her cheek or her baton, and he highly doubted she had, either.