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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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"If... is it okay if I ask...?"

She blows out a breath and picks up her drink, nodding.

"Go ahead. I'm not sure where to start. You're on Security here, right?"

"That's right."

"Do you know anything about Hannibal Lecter?"

Enzo's face darkens. "Oh. Him."

"Yeah," drily, "him. We're from the same world."

"You don't have to tell me any more if you don't want to. That explains plenty."

Beverly snorts.

"Has he been behaving himself around here?"

"I almost wish he weren't. I don't really mean that," he adds hastily, "but we can only do anything if he does something here."

"No, I know what you mean. We haven't been able to nail him on anything out there, either."

Sigh. "If he were from my world, he'd be a Trojan horse, I'm sure of it."

"Yeah, beware of therapists bearing gifts."

"Gifts...?"

"Uh, 'beware Greeks bearing gifts.'" She raises her eyebrows. "No copies of the Iliad where you're from?"

"Not that I know of. Sorry."

She shakes her head.

"During the Trojan War, the Greeks built this giant wooden horse and left it for the Trojans, as, like, a gift of surrender. The Trojans brought it into the city, and in the middle of the night the Greeks jumped out of the horse and attacked. So." She sips her drink. "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts."

"Ohhhhh. So that's what it means." Beat. "Weird gift." Beat again. "Shouldn't it be a Greek horse, then?"

". . . I never thought about that, actually."

"Were giant horses a normal kind of gift?"

"You'd have to ask someone who knew anything about the Greeks. Or an Ancient Greek. I bet you could find one around here."

"Oh, sure. I haven't seen any of the gods in a while, but they're around sometimes."

"--Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

"This fucking place," she sighs.

Enzo grins. "No, no, it's 'fucking Milliways.' Depending what swear words your world uses. Anyway, I'm a sprite talking to a User, why shouldn't there be gods here?"

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