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Ellen's sitting at the bar, reading over what looks like a letter.

By the time anyone gets close enough to read its contents, it'll be folded up and placed in her back pocket in the blink of an eye.

It's only a minor comfort, knowing Joanna's out there, safe somewhere. The rest isn't something a strong glass of liquor can't fix.

"Whiskey, please, Bar," she says, just loud enough to be audible, voice low and rasping. "Neat."

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Jane turns her head when she hears Ellen order, the rasping quality of her voice is quite compelling,

"Are you well, ma'am?"

"About as well as a person can be in a place like this," Ellen answers.

Which may not be well at all, depending on the kind of person you are.

But she's managed just fine.

"What is right and proper here does always seem to be shifting."

With a careful and worried gesture, Jane rubs at her neck before drinking some of her tea.

Ellen happens to glance over at the moment when the younger woman touches her neck.

"Interestin' place to have a bandage."

There had been flesh covered make up over the bandage but it has worn off in time and Jane flushes,

"I was recently hurt there, ma'am."

Saying that possibly a vampire bit her seems strange even here because it feels too much as if she's become a character from a Gothic Romance.

"Sorry to hear that."

It doesn't take away a certain level of curiosity, though.

"Nothin' too serious?"

"I do not believe so. It was a bite and truly the most disturbing part for me is that I do not recall it happening. I simply found myself asleep in the library with it on my neck."

Jane has a slight tremor to her voice since she is a woman who likes to always know what is going on and this makes her feel terribly vulnerable.

"And you don't remember it."

That's enough to put all of Ellen's instincts on high alert. If there's something trying to bite people in the bar - and she has a pretty damn good idea of what, exactly - someone needs to do something about it.

"You don't remember anythin' at all?"

"Nothing that I can grasp. I keep waking up with the sense of recalling something, I have been trying to write those down but its like grasping mist. Those who I have spoken to here believe it was probably a vampire, which though I do know its Milliways and is possible still makes me feel as if I have found my way into a Gothic tale."

Ellen's eyes narrow.

"You don't say."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jane takes a sip of tea though it is not as bracing as she would like it to be and considers ordering something stronger.

"You look like you could use one of these."

She points to her tumbler.

"If anythin', it'll put some more color in your face."

"To be honest, I think that might be in order. Pardon me, you must think me rude. My name is Jane Austen. Might I have a small dram of whiskey, Lady Bar?"

A glass appears in front of her and Jane smiles, it looks rather brighter.

The corner of Ellen's mouth twitches into what could constitute a smile.

"Jane, huh? I'm Ellen."

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Ellen."

Jane takes a good long sip of the whiskey and blanches slightly before a bit more color starts to come into her face.

"Better already," is Ellen's unofficial diagnosis.

She takes another sip of her drink.

"Yes, I do feel slightly better. If I had asked for any brandy at home, I would have had to explain to my mother why I was ailing. Though I do consider myself gifted in a way with words, I do not think I could have accomplished that."

Edited 2009-12-15 03:50 (UTC)

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