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She didn't know why she hadn't gone home. It wasn't like she was stuck in the bar. She'd told Suzi that she could see the door. And she could. So by what she'd been told she wasn't bound to this place. But something had kept her from going home. Back to Hannibal King. The only male that she did trust nowadays. The only guy to back her up when her life was in danger. The day before this she'd asked the Bar for a room key and had gotten it, slept in that room... or at least had tried to anyways. Now though she's back downstairs and laying out on the couch. Though she's not entirely with it and she's staring off into space.

Distractions would be good. Before she ends up just taking everything she's been bottling up inside and breaks down.

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Seymour's eyebrows, they do rise at that. Woman. Warrior. Does not compute.

"What war were you in?" he asks.

"Trust me. If I told you... you wouldn't believe me."

What kind of army allows women in the front lines? Seymour is now rather worried about the future.

But he's also a very trusting guy. "All...right. If you're sure." Pause. "'Least this seems a relaxing enough place to think about a career change," he offers lamely.

She shrugs a bit. "I might actually go into training self defense. I'm not sure yet."

"I've got no idea what I'd do if I were changing jobs," Seymour admits. Oh, sure, he has a dream of being a movie star, but that's just a dream.

"Good luck in figuring that out, Abigail."

She gives him a slight smile. "Thanks, Seymour."

A shy, goofy little smile answers that. "Aw, shucks, no problem."

[OOC: *bg* sureness]

[OOC: Anytime darlin!]

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