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When Quinn closes the door behind him, he takes two steps into Milliways, pauses, and looks over his shoulder. The look that crosses his face upon seeing that the door is still quite firmly there is summed up best in the word 'damn', and the one that touches his expression when he finds that it's unlocked is summed up in words that can't be used before the watershed hour.

Things went downhill rapidly after Sooraya and Suzi had to leave, and right now he'd welcome an excuse not to go back- but it doesn't look as if he's going to get one.

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Sooraya comes in from the woods out back. She's a bit tired and sweaty, after working out. She's been varying the times, to avoid routines that might cause trouble later.
Seeing him, she changes course, heading toward the door. "Quinn?"

Quinn glances up and over. "Sooraya," he says a little hoarsely. "You all right?"

"Yes. And I was about to ask you that."

"It worked out... pretty much exactly the way I was afraid it would," Quinn says tiredly.

Sooraya winced, shut her eyes for a second. "Are your people all right?" She regrets any loss of life, but the Americans chose a mission that was as close to suicide as one gets while still having a pulse, afterward.

"Yes and no," says Quinn. "The Americans press-ganged some of 'em into coming along, and even got a few volunteers. They never got as far as London, though. They ran into a dragon along the way, before they could get the helicopter up... the ones who survived came back."

He grimaces, passing a hand over his face.

"They're outside the castle walls now. They've still got the chopper and the tank. I didn't mean to come here while they were threatening us, it just happened..."

"Please, come sit down, you look done in." Sooraya doesn't try to hide her concern. "How many...?" wondering if Helen and Junia are safe, too. The Americans hadn't seemingly had a doctor with them when she went over.

"I dunno. Less than half," Quinn says, moving to sit down nearby. "I didn't count. Without Van Zant they're not much better than any other bunch of gangsters."

Sooraya nods. Turning to a waitrat, she asks for hot coffee, and, "What'll you have, Quinn?"

"Do you think they'll have the sense to move on?" not really expecting the answer to be "yes", but hey. It could happen...on a day when pigs not only fly, but learn astronavigation and take over NASA, riiight.

"I don't think they have anything to move on to," Quinn says. "At this point they've got us to shoot at, and when they've run out of targets to vent their grief on, they've got suicide by dragon."

Sooraya's expression would best be described as "oh hell no."

"I said the offer to help was open, Quinn. It still is,
but while I know how to fight, I'm not going to be enough."

"I know," says Quinn. "I know. I'm going to need... I dunno what I"m going to need for this. I just... I'll find something. Somehow. Just not tonight."

"Rest...Time's stopped while you're here?
So make use of it." She scrutinizes him. "Do you need to go to the Infirmary?" she asks gently. "Or need anything from there?"

Coffee mugs arrive. She sets one down in front of him, and shuts UP.
Peace and quiet are likely in short supply at Alnwick, too, she suspects.

"Yeah, I checked," says Quinn. "I don't think I need a doctor, though. Nothing's bleeding, anyway."

Coffee was one of the first things he got from the Bar when he came here; he might be English, but there is something about that wonderfully complicated smell that struck him exactly where he lived... The mug gets treated with all the reverence one might expect for sacred objects.

Sooraya takes him at his word. She'll let him sit, and rest, with nobody making demands on him.
She may also have a discussion (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17489992.html?thread=730000712#t730000712) with another X-Man later, which includes the topic of sabotage--but that's later.

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