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Slayer inna bar, with coffee and food.

Headphones are in evidence, but no books, this time, Antarian or otherwise.

Conversation welcome.

"It wouldn't have to be anybody with a lot of power. Just a book and a talisman."

"Wonderful." She sighs, drinking some of her coffee.

"Can't say I'm entirely surprised. We've gone a few weeks without a major crisis."

"Yeah." Faith sips her coffee too. "It's like a calender. Doom in the bar? Must be Tuesday."

"Must be my turn, I missed the last go around. Hope my insurance is up to date."

"I may go to Antar and hide."

An amused look. "You, hide? Where're the Say True reporters when we need them."

She teases out of love. Really.

"I hide all the time," Faith admits cheerfully. "I'm not Security anymore, it ain't my problem."

"I find that hiding doesn't keep me out of trouble, more often than not."

"Hiding on another planet? Much more helpful."

"Don't have that option, unfortunately. Guess I could always have Ace take me time travelling for a month or so."

"That's always fun. She took me to Paris once."

"What year?"

"1920."

"Good year to go. The Spanish influenza had run its course and World War One would have been finished."

Geek? Geek.

"I got a first edition of 'Ulysses' for a friend of mine."

"Sweet!"

"It was a Christmas present. His favorite book."