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Carlotta is in the bar. Her right foot, previously encased in a large metal cage, has now been upgraded to a plaster cast. She felt a little sorry for the poor doctors who had to work out how it was so much more healed, and had to lie about the date of original injury. In the end they put it down to miscommunication from Gibraltar.

It feels much better to be in the cast, and she's celebrating this by drawing on it with some bright coloured markers.

Come doodle on her cast!

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Pavel is just sort of looking at the cast curiously; with the medical technology in his world, plaster casts aren't necessary or even used.

"Vhat happened?"

"I got shot. Hallo." Carlotta says.

"Want to draw on it?"

"And ze doctors hawe encased your leg in plaster because...?"

He's not sure if he wants to draw on it. It would be very strange.

"Because it's 1940s technology, and if Dr Sandhu healed it up for me I wouldn't be able to explain it."

"Ah," he says, still eyeing the cast. "Perhaps I vill sign it. If Cyrillic vill not be a problem?"

"Not at all. Maybe in this glow in the dark pen, so that people at home don't ask questions?"

"All right. Is just my name, so you know. But in English is vould cause many qvestions."

Given it's sort of obviously not English.

"Well, just with being at war..." Carlotta says. "I couldn't really have foreign words on my cast."

He chuckles, but pulls the pen away after signing his name: it looks strange with the Cyrillic alphabet.

The writing fades, until she puts her hand over it, and then it glows eerily.

"Thank you, it's awfully clever how it glows, isn't it?"

He smiles. "Da. Is phosphorus, yes?"

"I'm not sure." Carlotta looks at the label. "It doesn't list its ingredients."

"Phosphorus is vhat makes most of zese type pens glow," he says.

"Huh, I learned something." Carlotta grins.

"How are you doing?"

"I am alright," he says, smiling. "I am not injured, at least."

"Well I'm trying not to mope about it." Carlotta says. "Though I have to admit, I've just felt awful in myself recently. I suppose it's just because the accident messed me around so much, and I'm probably not quite over the infection."

"Perhaps you should hawe been taking yourself easy," he says. "I saw you walking on your hands not long ago."

"Point." Carlotta says. "But that was much later, and it's most dreafully dull being laid up."

She grimaces. "I hope I'm not going to become one of these people who gets 'indigestion' being upside down."

"I do not think you vill be," he says. "But if you like since I am on my feet, I can bring you somezing."

"Thank you, that's kind of you." Carlotta says. "I don't feel like eating much right now, but maybe a glass of water please?"

"All right," he says, standing fluidly and retrieving one, bringing it back without spilling any. Considering the constant state of movement the floor area experiences what with the rats.

"Thank you." Carlotta smiles slightly.

"Is there much happening in space at the moment?"

"I am not yet in space," he says. "Still in San Francisco."

"I that the place with the big bridge?"

"Yes, he chuckles. "Zey call it the Golden Gate, but it is painted orange. Americans are strange."

"Where does it go?" Carlotta asks.

"It connects San Francisco and Marin County," he says. "It is only across ze bay."

"Is there a reason why it's so big?"

"Zat, I do not know."

"Is that where you live, or just where the academy is?"

"It is where I liwe for now, but my home is in Moscow," he says.

Carlotta nods.

"I've never been to America. I probably ought to some time."

"Is a wery pretty place," he says. "Perhaps I vill be able to take you sometime to see it."

"Thank you, I'd like that. When I'm not in plaster I think."

"You shall hawe to come find me vhen you're out of it."

"I shall. Thank you." Carlotta sips her water.

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