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There's an Ace in the bar. Long time, no see.
She's curled up next to the fireplace, the soccer-ball blanket wrapped around her. Oh, and a mug of cocoa sitting beside her. She's missed the cocoa. She still looks a bit too pale, a bit off, but she's back.

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"My savior." She offers up her mug.

He grins.

"And don't you forget it! You okay over here?"

Ace wobbles a hand.
"I'll live, if only because I don't want to tick off Death." She replies with a shrug. "It's still too bloody cold though."

"Being cold, now there's something I know a lot about. Here, I'll be right back."

He scampers over to the bar and returns with a couple of hot water bottles.

"Here, try these."

Ace slips them inside her blanket-wrap and grins. Mike might have noticed, when she grabbed the packs, that her hands were cold.
"Ta, Mike. Whatcha up to, besides warming up pyros?"

"Hey, no problem what so ever. Are you sick?"

"Err, no." She looks slightly guilty, even though the whole TARDIS-exploding thing wasn't even remotely her fault. "Recovering. Tried a space-walk without a suit."

"Woah...that's risky stuff right there. You're okay though, right?"

"It wasn't exactly planned." Ace retorts drily. "But yeah. I'll be alright."

"Well I'd hope not, otherwise I'd say it's time to shoot the ol' Travel Agent."

He smiles in a reassuring way.

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