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[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[There's a distinctly irritated looking Astrid pacing on the Plane. Her hands are gesturing like she's practicing a script, mouthing and quietly muttering the words over and over as she gets them right. Occasionally she shakes her head at the word choices, seems to backtrack and remouths them differently, hands firmly assisting with the annoyed dramatic effect, emphasising her rehearsed points.

She's not in her work clothes this time, she's wearing jeans and a pair of battered looking sheepskin boots, which make her seem even shorter. Given the clearly determined set of her jaw and the sharpness of her eyebrow, she's no pint-sized blonde to be messed with though. If looks could kill, you'd be a goner.

Approach with caution, particularly if you resemble the Tenth Doctor, Astrid's been doing some thinking...]

Screw you parallel universes, I don't give a damn. A year... a whole year, for what? 'Oh hey, you're alive, nice to see you Astrid' and that's it.

[apparently you pick up some choice language after a year on Earth. o_O]

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[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[He must note someday to Sam that being himself still works.] Yeah, sure. Nice thing about the pub here is it's free. [He starts walking her to the pub now.]

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Really? So, I don't even get to say you bought me a drink? [she grins as they walk.] I think I'll skip the pint though, maybe a vodka tonic instead, not really much of a pint girl.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[He's a bit sheepish here.] Ah, not much for those meself. Bit strong. End up too pissed.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[Now she feels bad for saying that.] I can pretend you paid though, and it was you that invited me, so it's nearly the same. [shrugs]

If you knock them back like beer, I'm not surprised. I would be too.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I sorta do that. Tastes better that way. [They have reached the pub!] Never made a vodka one, though. You know how to do it? Took me a few tries just to figure out how to pull pints.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[Astrid knows her way 'round a bar, she spends far more time behind them than infront of them.] I'll get yours too, I do this for a living.

[a smile, and she pulls a damned good pint - probably not as much head on it as Chris would like, but she works in London, not Manchester, and the issue of head on beer is a massive cultural divide between the two. Both drinks ready in a matter of minutes, even after locating stuff, she's heading back 'round to his side of the bar.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[That is actually an awesome cultural note. Silly London. Chris figures at least he didn't have to work on pulling it again, though, and she's had a rough day. So he seats himself and smiles.]

Ta, luv. [Takes a drink.] So, don't mean to push it but what's some bloke done to you?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[she sighs as she sits down, wondering if telling him she's not even from Earth'd be a mistake, she takes a thoughtful sip first.]

I got separated from someone, and now I've found them, but they're from an alternate universe, and-- I don't know, I just expected it to be different you know? I've spent a whole year trying to find them. Maybe I was being a bit naive, I've been told I am enough times.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris nods. This sounds messy! Surely he can be helpful.] Guessin' they sorta let you down. Were they even happy to see you?