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Wraith. With alcohol, a gun he's taken apart to diagram and check over, and a Fiend on the seat next to him.
Yup, that's all you get.

Botherable.

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Michael smiles politely. Pushes out a chair for her to come sit closer, if she'd like. "Are you a police officer?"

Janet shakes her head, taking a seat. "I'm actually a doctor, I got my training in the air force." It seems like such a long time ago, now. "What do you do?"

"Military--a soldier and starship pilot, among other things. I'm...on leave, of sorts," he answers. "No good letting myself get rusty, though."

"There seem to be a lot of us military types around," she grins.

Speaking of practice, "You know, I used a shooting range here before. Have you run across it yet?"

"No, I haven't, Ms--?"

"Oh, so sorry. I'm Janet."

Sometimes she just gets so carried away she forgets introductions.

"Michael. Or, that's the name the humans I've met call me."

"That'll work for me," she smiles. "So Michael, where are you from?"

ooc: slowtime is fine, I just HAD to send Janet over :D

"It's called the Pegasus Galaxy.--You?"

Janet was not expecting that answer. Someone else from her universe? Or is it maybe a parallel one?

"Believe it or not, I've heard of it before," she pauses, deciding not to give him a complete answer. "I'm from the Milky Way galaxy."

"Have you?" He nods. "I'm from 2006, by Earth-calendar reckoning, if that helps."

So he knows about earth, Janet wonders if he knows anything about Atlantis.

"I'm from little before you, 2003." Pause. "I have some friends from the Pagasus Galaxy."

"Do you?" He's sure she doesn't mean the Wraith. "Would they be from your galaxy, too?"

ooc: *gentle poke*

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