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Uh, this isn't the closet that he was just locked up in.

It's so much better. This place has beer. Which is what he needs, after that dream and Michael's craziness.

Which is what he goes to the bar to get. Mmm.

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Jack smiles again, his head tilted. "Quite a feat."

Awe. That's the sound in his voice.

"Easy when you know how." Kaye echoes her earlier thoughts, grinning widely.

The flame changes again, two people dancing now. A remnant of some long forgotten fairytale, Kaye watches them twist and turn.

It's ironic. They burn each other even as they embrace.

This isn't lost on Jack. He sees it.

It makes him turn away.

"It's pretty though. Even when it's painful." Kaye reaches her fingers out to it, forgetting entirely that it isn't anything but fire.

She yelps, snatching her hand back and the lighter clatters to the bartop, an ordinary object again.

"Let me look at it." Jack says, stretching his hand out to her.

"It's just a bit singed." Her voice is shaky.

The girl who expects to play with fire and not get burned. The girl who peers at him with odd eyes.

We are both broken. Me, by nature. You by circumstance. Strange thoughts swirl in her head. Her fingers smarted.

She holds out her hand.

"Yeah, just a little. No bad burns." He pats Bar, murmuring something and a small tin of cream appears. He smooths it over her fingers. "That should help some."

"Tell me you're a doctor..."

Kaye says, broken out of her reverie by the sharp assault of chemicals and medicine drifting to her nose

"I'm a doctor. Spinal surgeon to be exact...but I know how to handle most of what comes at me."

"In that case, you should really know better than to smoke."

It's not disapproving, just a mention and she wiggles her fingers, wincing at the jolt of pain.

"I'm Kaye." No profession, no nothing, just Kaye. She fluffs at her unusually, natural blonde hair, pushing it out of her face.

"I know." Jack grins. "I'm Jack."

"Good to meet you, Doc."

Kaye puts out her hand to him, briefly shaking his. What Jack probably won't realise until later is that this distraction is exactly what's needed for a rifle through his pockets.

"Later." Then she's gone, shaking her head at how easy that was. A good distance away, she looks at her spoils.

Huh... Well, that was unexpected.

Well she was nice.

He gets up a while later, his pockets feeling lighter. He doesn't stick his hand in the pocket till he was back in the hatch's gun closet.

"Fuck."

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