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[protect_and_survey]

This time, Jemma manages to walk into the bar without tripping over anything, which is... new, at least. Of course, she was looking for the research library, not a pub. But seeing the bar reminds her that she hasn't had lunch (and breakfast was a rather long time ago), so she goes to rectify that.

And is rewarded with a note along with her soup and tea.

At first she's excited.

And then she's disappointed.

And then she's white as a sheet, because thank you, no, she'll do just fine without a meeting, oh good Lord.

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[shufti]

[oom: Shufti battles modern medical science]

"What part of 'No I don't want a picture' do you find difficult?" Shufti calls behind her, shutting the door.

Gods, anyone would think she hadn't already done this twice.

She sits at the bar for a cheese and pickle sandwich, and tries not to seethe. He was probably trying to help, in a rather patronising sort of way.

She pins her Security badge on her top for good measure.