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Nothing brightens up a mans day like seeing someone he doesn't trust...right?

At anyrate she doesn't look particularly perky today. Rather she looks tired almost like she has been beaten up. Having taken a seat at the bar she notices Sergeant Wells when he comes by, "Morning." she greets him. THough it was night for her she saw the sun was up when he came in.

The dog looks up first, letting out a small rough sound with no real conformation to anything in the human vocabulary. Wells looks over in the direction indicated, and blinks. "Morning," he says, a faint look of incomprehension on his face.

Suppose it really has been a while. She really does need to be more social. She's almost become a hermit.

"How have you been?" and noticing the dog she reaches down to let him smell her, "Who's this?"

The dog growls quietly, laying her ears back at the stranger; Wells shakes his head and mutters something in Arabic. "I've been gone," he says simply. "It's been a while. You're still about, then?"

Whatever he said she understands it as she speaks Arabic amoong many other languages.

Nodding, "Yes. I'll be coming here as long as Bar will have me." she says with a smile, "I'm glad you survived." she says sincerely but looking at him with concern, "How long has it been for you?" again everything about her is more subdued today.

"Stand down, dog," was what he said.

He shrugs, reaching for his tea. "About two years now," he says neutrally. "Most of it spent keeping busy. I'm told it wasn't that long here."

"Not quiet." not that he needs that reaffirmed, "How are things back home?" her english accent a bit heavier then the last time they spoke. He may not notice given how long that it's been but the change is still their.

He's starting to remember now, and his eyes narrow fractionally.

"I've been written off as dead by most of the Army, and the rest of 'em are hunting me down like a dog," he answers. "Bet you'd like to get a hand in on that, wouldn't you."

Amanda frowns. More upset that he is being hunted then at his distrust of her. Shaking her head, "I don't wish you any harm. Never had."

Wells snorts, turning back to his tea. "Yeah," he mutters. "All right."

Despite the fact he doesn't trust her she still wants to offer what help she can, why...guilt of course.

Sipping her smoothie, "Be sure not to contact people that they know you are close to and only use cash." he may already know this but she wants to help and it's all that comes to mind at the moment.

"Gosh," says Wells, "now there's something I haven't thought of. And here's me two years in, still using credit cards and callin' my daughter on the phone twice a week to check up on the family."

He gives her a long look. "It's been a damned long time since I had to say this last, but: us mere mortals were getting along just fine before helpful busybodies decided to start pokin' their noses into our affairs."

Wow, that actually hurt. What is happening to her. SHe hopes it's just a phase. "Just trying to help." standing up, "I guess I'll leave you be then. But if you are from the same world as I am and get in a bind you can find sanctuary at my club." rather apprapot.

She isn't smiling and she doesn't expect himto take her up on the offer but she makes it all the same.

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She certainly looks familiar to the girl in a black morning dress, eating breakfast at a table near the edge of the bar. Jocasta smiles to see her, but the smile fades into puzzlement when her gaze progresses naturally up to her companion.

That's not Zuko.

One should hope not. Annie, for one, would be a bit upset if it were.

The dog recognises the girl's smell and makes an ahr-wooor-wooh sort of noise; Malamutes are prone to doing nearly anything but barking. Wells turns at the sound and nods. "Morning, miss," he says.

Ok, she can be friendly. Definitely. Jocasta smiles brightly up at him. "Morning, Sir!" she says brightly. "Lovely day out, isn't it?"

She was out in it training at dawn, but not at the stables while Ennis is gone, as she's certainly not supposed to be there in any official capacity

"It is indeed," Wells says with a bit of a smile. "Bit warm for Xu Ning, but I could do with a bit of sun myself- isn't that right, girl?"

The dog just sighs and looks up at the human with an exasperated expression. Warm. bah. Silly hairless types.

Jocasta grins back down at Xu Ning. Knuckles are offered for inspection should she wish to, but the Assassin doesn't really expect much reaction.

"Where's her master, today?" she asks, idly.

Xu Ning leans over to sniff, but she recognises the smell. No reason to make a fuss.

"He's gone home," says Wells. "His uncle was here for a bit, then left. Said he was going to find his uncle and then come back here."

That's fine. The hand offers a brief pat, if she'll have it, then it's retracted.

The other news is, perhaps, less than fine. Jocasta's smile freezes only slightly. Why should she expect him to say goodbye, after all?

"Oh," she says politely. "Well, I do hope he finds him, then."

Wells isn't expressing 'danger' or 'be wary', so she'll take it. Xu Ning isn't the most demonstrative of dogs, but she wags her tail anyway.

"So do I," says Wells. "He's had a hell of a time lately. Iroh might be able to talk some sense into him where I couldn't."

He doesn't sound like he really believes it, but it's the best he can do.

"Really?" Jocasta asks, curiosity mixing horribly with propriety. Right now, curiosity wins. "Sense about what, may I ask?"

Wells runs a hand over his face. "All sorts of things, really," he says, "but mostly about not bein' a ruddy jackass just 'cos he's had his last hope of getting the rest of his family to take him back kicked out from under him."

Just because he likes the kid doesn't mean he doesn't see his behaviour for what it is.

Maybe it doesn't. But Jocasta's family is more or less her entire world, so she doesn't see this as being quite something he can just 'get over', however this man implied it.

"It must be very hard for him," she says. A rather useless excuse, maybe, but something tells her she should try and defend him a little. "It's a terrible thing."

The whole situation, what she knows of it.

He lets out a sigh. "I know," he says. "I know. It's just- damn it, just 'cos they turned him out and locked the door doesn't mean we're gonna do the same damn thing. He doesn't have to treat us as if that's what we're about, is what I'm saying."