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"It's not so bad, since I've been trained to do it, and I like what I do. In a sense, it's a bit like...solving a puzzle." And Abby had always liked puzzles and challenges.

"I mean, it's really no different from you telling me how to do a certain fighting sequence or something. I'd probably have no clue." She said with a laugh.

He smiles. "If I had my sword I could show you any feint, parry or thrust you could wish to see."

And no. Abby was not going to think dirty, perverted thoughts. Because Boromir is a gentleman, and probably didn't mean for a sexual innuendo to be included in that statement.

But that didn't mean that she could stifle that brief giggle. But she quickly cleared her throat.

"I'd be delighted to see that sometime," Abby said with a wink.

"As soon as I find a good partner to spar with, then. I understand I can practice outside." He gestures to the window. "The weather has not been conducive to exploring, however."

"The weather here's weird. It changes from time to time. But then again, this is the end of the universe. I suppose it's allowed to be all hinky," Abby said with a shrug of her shoulders. She herself wasn't Bound, so she didn't explore outdoors much. She had always been an indoor type, anyway.

"And you probably won't have much trouble. There's plenty of people who fight around here. Especially if you see a brightly clad figure in tight clothing and a mask? They'll probably spar with you. They're...crime fighters. They seem to train a lot. And I think there's some knights around here, too."

"I would be more comfrotable with knights, I should think.

"Hinky?" He sighs. More words.

"Probably. Some of those masked heroes have some weird powers, I heard." Not to mention that the one she had unknowningly met had broken her brain by telling her that he was both age two and seventeen at the same time.

"Oh, it means weird. Bizzare. Odd. It can both be used in a positive and negative connotation." Don't worry, Boromir. Most people didn't understand Abby-speak anyway.

He says dryly, "I am not certain I see the use of a word that can mean opposite things at once."

"It just depends on how you use it in a sentence, really. I mean, something unexpected isn't always necessarily a bad thing, right?"

"No, it is not--but if a word is slang and the sentence is ambiguous, context may not help at all."

"Welcome to the wonderful world of language," Abby said with a shrug and a grin. "And you haven't even heard me speak tech-speak yet."

"Tek-speak? What kind of language is this?"

"It's when I start talking about all my lovely toys and what they can do. Most people can't follow me unless they've studied the same field. Gibbs always tells me to skip it and get to the results. But for the right person, it can be an intriguing feature," she said with a grin and a wink. Like McGee. She had snagged that computer geek with her natural charm and knowledge of technology.

"Your . . . toys." This, he decides, must be another word that means two things at once, for she is not a child.

"My technical stuff. Machines that help me do my job. They're pretty sweet." Abby didn't allow anyone to touch her stuff, unless it was McGee or Kate. And only those two because they actually knew what they were doing.

"Although people do seem to start looking lost when I mention that I sleep in a coffin, though." Welcome to Abby's world.

Boromir looks lost as well, for where he comes from the dead are burned on pyres. "What is a coffin, and why is it odd that you sleep in one?"

Huh. So Boromir was lost for another reason. Then again, Abby didn't recall any mention of coffins in Lord of the Rings, so she figured it made sense.

"A coffin is like...a boxed bed where you put the dead in when you bury them in the ground. So, yeah. Most people tend to look at me funny when I mention that I sleep in one."

"Yet you are not dead. Are you? I am. I have no desire to sleep in a boxed bed, however."

"I'm pretty alive, last time I checked." Abby had a feeling that if she were dead, it wouldn't be a pretty scene at the NCIS headquarters. And she would much rather die in the line of duty than just some old normal way.

"Wait, you're dead?" Blink blink.

"Yes--I was diverted here, I suppose, on the way to the afterlife. I was killed protecting friends. I do not know what has happened to them, though I understand our ultimate quest was fulfilled.

"You were not aware some residents of the bar were deceased?" His mouth twitches.

And Abby wanted to tell him that eventually, they did. It took them a good while, but they all fought the good fight and ultimately triumphed over evil.

But that twitch of the mouth distracted her.

"Well, the vampires were a given but -- hey, are you laughing at me?" She pouted.

"No, no, no," he says quickly. "I would never dream of such a thing.

"Though I have forgotten myself in the last few days. I wake up like a normal man and it will be at some point in my daily preparations that I remember what happened. It's very strange."

"I'm just kidding. Just haven't really seen you smile, really." Which was true. Boromir seemed to so...serious. Not grim. Just serious.

Abby looked thoughtful about the thing about forgetting about being dead, though. She supposed that it would be an odd sensation, to know that you no longer continued to live in the world you came from, but to carry on here.

"I guess this place gave you a second life, huh?"

"I suppose it has, yes. Though for what purpose I have not yet discerned."

Then he smiles, just to show he can.

"Maybe it was so you could meet the fabulous and wonderful me!" Abby piped up, obviously joking as her words were followed by an impish grin.