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When Beverly went back to work, Price commended her for "getting back on the horse" and every time she thinks about that now she kind of wants to laugh hysterically. It's been -- it's been a weird, weird week.

When the door opens into the bar, she stops short in the doorway, staring. Then, cautiously, she closes and opens it from her side. That works; she steps through and tests it from the Milliways side. Still works, and still opens onto the break room at Quantico. Satisfied that she's not going to be stuck here again, she heads to the counter. As she sits down, Bar delivers a note. And . . . a balloon. The balloon is pretty cute. The note -- not so much.

Beverly reads it twice, then sets it down with a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose with her good hand. (Her right is still bandaged, though the doctor assures her that her fingers are healing well.)

"Bar, can I have a double Bushmills?"

There are things she can deal with sober, but the combination of dealing with Hannibal Lecter at work, dealing with the situation here, and finding a live bird in a dead woman's chest just. Is not one of those things.

[ooc: Usual warnings about the gruesomeness of Beverly's canon apply, turned up a little because "Su-Zakana" is a hell of an episode. Let me know if you'd rather her work not come up.]

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Wow, could she remind Beverly more of Will?

She could wear more flannel, maybe.

"Usually I'd say that's something you should work on," she says, wry, "but maybe don't work on it right now."

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She snorts down at her mug.

"It was already pretty unlikely."

Beverly raises her eyebrows.

Ava pauses.

"In terms of the rest of the people here ... is there anything you want me to do? Say, or not say?"

She'll run it through her own internal sense of strategy, but, you know-- she's asking!

"Don't tell him anything about Will Graham."

Even if he's from the future. He knows enough about Will already, and Beverly's not in the least convinced he'll leave Will alone here.

"Nothing significant, at the very least."

Ava had already been planning not to share anything about Will Graham with Lecter, but it may be a good idea to keep it on lockdown from other people around here, too.

The less anyone knows, the better. It's not like you can control the flow of information.

"You got it."

Beverly nods.

"Thank you."

She's tired of this already -- keeping secrets, creating personas, crafting lies. Not her wheelhouse.

"And look, I can't emphasize this enough, Ava. If you think you're in danger from him, for even a second, get help."

Ava smiles.

"I've been in touch with my friend who runs the cells around here. I'll be okay."

She stands, leaving her mug on the counter.

"I should probably go ... but if I think of anything else that could help you, I'll send you a note, okay?"

Beverly raises her eyebrows again, and toasts her with the whiskey.

"Likewise. Thanks for the balloon."

"Anytime."

Ava hesitates a moment, then moves off quickly-- up the stairs, out of sight.