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*Snow approaches, smiling*

So how was your evening together?

Quiet. How're things here?

Not quiet. *she glances over at the crowd surrounding Cho*

Nothing too unusual, but someone came through the door and collapsed.

Nothing serious, I hope?

I can't really tell -- there aren't any obvious injuries, but she did collapse. Tom and Peter are there, so she should be all right.

She should be in good hands then. *He scans the room and spots several people he needs to speak to. He doesn't want to but...* Mind watching the kids? I need to talk to some people.

*Snow takes them with a smile*

No problem. I'm not about to interfere with your work.

*He manages to look disappointed.* Damn.

... and thanks.

*He walks off to speak with Roger (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1894570.html?view=72247210#t72247210).*

*Snow grins and gives him a peck on the cheek before he heads off*

Ace, sans coat (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1888765.html?view=72152829#t72152829), looks up from the book she snagged. Her eyes widen, and she stiffens in pure fear.
"Fenric..." one gasp, then she dives into the nearest booth and prays to whatever diety might care to listen that he doesn't find her.

*Bigby looks at the odd behaviour of the woman and walks slowly towards her. Maybe he's trying to be cautious and reassuring, but somehow it comes off more ominous.* Something wrong?

[OOC: Got AIM?]

What was it the Doctor was always telling her about staying still when trying to blend in? Bugger. She scrambles under the table, wondering frantically if the no-violence rule applies to fending of demons who have enslaved your family for countless generations.

(OOC: Yeah, E1rohir.)

*He walks closer. It still seems menacing, no doubt. He gets closer to the table and squats downwards to look under it at the woman cowering beneath.*

He doesn't look like a wolf, but she can tell. It's him, it has to be - even if the Doctor said he'd never return. So she does what she does best when confronted with ultimate evil. She shouts defiance.
"Back off, weasel features! I'm not yours anymore! You were beaten!" she snarls vciously, her back pressed against the hard wood of the wall behind her.

*Bigby pauses at this odd series of statements. He picks from the interesting series of questions that pops up in his head the one that seems most productive.*

... Do I know you?

Now, had Ace been in a calmer frame of mind, that question might have tipped her off that all was not as it seemed. But she was, of course, by no means calm at this time.
"Bloody right, you git! Go away!"

*Bigby blinks, wondering if Ace is perhaps insane.*

Right. I'm "weasel features" and you're...

(OOC: Dies. Laughing.)
"Ace. I'm Ace. The Doctor's companion, ya know, the one who bloody beat you last time?" If anything, the venom in her voice has only increased.

*Bigby seemingly goes off on a tangent, but figures it might be the right way to sneak in some reason to Ace.*

You know, I don't think I look very weasely. Nor do I know you, Ace. Or this "Doctor".

"Nice try, Fenric." She snarls, through the tough-girl image is a bit ruined by the tears streaking down her face. She has never been so frightened in her life, especially since the Professor isn't here to help.
"I'm not bloody buying it. I'm not going to serve you again!"

Hmmm. And here I thought the first time you said that was an "God!" equivalent.

See, this is the problem.

*He sticks out a finger for each point.*

First, my name's Bigby.

Second, I don't want you to serve me.

*She calls herself a companion, and we all know what euphemism that's for. He's not interested in her services.*

Ace really doesn't know what to say to that. She isn't about to let her guard down though - the last time she trusted someone other than the Doctor the last time Fenric was around, she had ended up playing right into Fenric's hands. So she goes with the repetition routine.
"Bugger off!" she snarls, pressing back as hard as she can against the wall as if she is trying to push her way through it.

Can't. I'm head of security here. It's my job to make sure you're safe.

*Clearly, she doesn't right now...*

"Safe? With you? That's a laugh." she growls, just managing to avoid whimpering.

Unless you're a real troublemaker, you're perfectly safe here.

*Reassurring really isn't in Bigby's repetoire, sadly.*

... I have a tendency to kill or maim them. *Cue a very predatory lupine expression here.*