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[Misaki, in sweats with a massive punching bag. She has gloves on and is whaling away at it, and from the coating of sweat shining on her face it looks like she's been at it a while. Her hair is damp and starting to come loose from her ponytail. She strikes the bag once more, setting it swinging, and then pauses to shed the gloves and stretch a bit. She takes a drink from the water bottle near the bag's base, tugs the gloves back on and resumes.]

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[Turns to focus on the bag again, fiddling with some imaginary adjustment as she speaks. BECAUSE AWKWARD.]

I... [Pause. Steadying breath.] Thank you. I owe you. A great deal. [She turns and bows, hands at her sides.]

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[YES. AWKWARD. And loosening his tie because of it. And skirting the issue at hand.]

It's fine. They're just hair ties.

[She almost laughs. It's very close! But she manages to straighten up. She decides to examine a spot somewhere above his left shoulder.] You know what I mean.

[Looking down.] I know.

[AWKWARD CONVERSATION IS AWKWARD. She stands there, hands clasped behind her back for a moment.] It... you seemed...

You've been in situations like that before? Dealing with... non-humans, like that?

Has Jack told you what we do? [He may or may not be avoiding the question.]

More or less. I've guessed at what he hasn't said. [May or may not have noticed that.]

Then you already know we deal with non-humans more often than humans.

Yes. But that wasn't my question.

You asked if I'd dealt with non-humans before.

I asked if you'd been in a situation like mine before. You... were about the only person who didn't assume I was completely changed.

I've never been in your situation before.

Of course not. Getting answers from anyone here is like... like... [Fff exasperation. She sighs, and then speaks a bit more gently.] Why didn't you give up on me?

[He doesn't respond straight away, and when he does he isn't looking at her.] I had a girlfriend.

[And she waits, studying him quietly.]

She changed. But not completely. No-one else understood that.

[Because she wants to know--really, really wants to know.] What happened? I mean... how did she change?

Canary Wharf. She was part converted. Part Cyberman, part human. The others couldn't understand she still had humanity within her, they only ever saw her as a killer.

[Ahahaha wow uncomfortably familiar, that.] 'Saw'... She's gone. [Little knot in her stomach.] And they killed her, I take it.

Shot her. [Doing his best not to look at her.]

[She sits down next to the base of the punching bag, her hands dangling over her knees.] I won't say I'm sorry, because I know how inadequate that is.

[Quiet for a minute.] There was a Contractor I knew. Named November. At least--I don't know what his real name was. He worked with MI6. [Tiny smile.] God, he was obnoxious.

[He nods, eventually moving to sit next to her.] Did they kill him?

[Ah, the amorphous 'they'.] He was murdered, yes.

Do you miss him?

[Staring into space, lost in thought. She blinks and rubs at one eye.] Yes. Yes, I suppose I do. He was... we didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot, but he was a good person.