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She comes in through the lake door, dressed for riding and with her hair in a long braid down her back... and marsh violets woven into the braid.

As Susan Delgado goes to the bar, it's apparent that soon there will be hot chocolate, as well. Sometimes, it's the little things that bring contentment, say true.

[OOC for Millichannel: Susan and Anthy discuss how to braid hair, which Anthy does not know and which Susan offers to help with; Tony Almeida and Susan are well-met and talk about different worlds, languages, terrorism, military strategy, and oh yes, gunslingers; Roland and Susan discuss Tim's death, Pat Delgado's visit, Joanie, and then Joe's St. Christopher's medal, which brings woe; and then later on, Ace bounces by and shares hugs and the joyful news of Tim's return to the living, for great yay.]

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Tony blinks. "Ah, no...she's alive. Very much so."

And now she looks confused.

"But ye said-- yer ex-wife?"

"We, ah, got divorced. So we're not married anymore."

At least not for now.

Susan blinks.

"Oh. Cry yer pardon, sai, I didn't understand."

He smirks a little at the vocabulary. "It's okay. As you said, we aren't from the same world, so there's probably a few things that exist in my world but don't exist in yours."

"Likely so," she agrees, with an odd look at his smirk.

"Would'ee talk of yer world, then, mayhap?"

"Where would you like me to begin? I consider it pretty mundane."

"San Francisco, mayhap?"

New York, Paris, Gilead -- these are the cities of which she's heard tales, now, but Susan, daughter of Patrick, was ever curious.

"It's really hilly."

San Francisco, in three words.

She sits back a little, looking at him very carefully now. Susan's not certain, quite, if she's being made mockery of or if talk of his world is troublesome to him.

Finally, she essays,

"If ye'd not wish to speak of it, then I'll not press ye."

He shrugs. "There's not much to my world, really. Well, that is, if you have cars and computers and other kinds of technology. If you do..."

Her glance is slightly wry as she nods to an electric lamp.

"Sai Tony, although I'd heard of spark-lights before coming here, I'd never seen one, do'ee ken? My world has moved on."

"You mean they don't use electricity anymore?"

"There were still a few working spark-lights in Gilead, I was told, but none in Hambry for two generations before I died," she says simply.

"Hmm. So they stopped working, then? Interesting. You kno why?"

"Time is a face on the water, sai, do'ee ken? And it moves on--"

(as did I as did we)

"-- and the world has moved on as well. Things alter; it grows strange."

"What...year is it, where you come from?"

He's thinking it doesn't really matter. Her universe is not his universe.

Susan shrugs helplessly, and looks a little distressed.

"I'm not certain I could tell ye."

He grins a little uncomfortably. "It's okay. I don't think it would apply to my universe, anyway."

He shrugs. "Your world sounds...complicated."

"Likely not-- yer world sounds very different indeed, say true."

She laughs, a little.

"But I'd have said yer world was the more complicated, mayhap."

"Depends on how you'd define 'complicated.' I'd say it's more dangerous than anything else--although, yeah, it's complicated."

"Dangerous?"

"Have you ever heard of terrorism before, Susan?"

Susan shakes her head, silently.

"When I say my world is dangerous, that's what I mean. We've had wars--terrible wars--in our world before, but this...it's a new kind of war.

"Terrorism...I guess if you wanna go for textbook definitions it's any politically motivated attack against a civilian target. They hit military targets, too, but it's best known, and feared, for its civilian attacks. I used to work for a government agency called the Counterterrorist Unit that was formed to stop and investigate terrorist attacks in the United States."

He pauses. "Do you follow me?"