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Enter Faith, through the front doors.

Alone, tan, her hair grown out to her backside, looking not at all surprised to find the bar instead of...wherever she's coming from.

Outside there's sand, and palm trees, and beyond that, ocean as far as the eye can see.

Vacation's over. Time to get back to work.

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"So, now that you're refreshed, and I'm not disturbing you, would you mind showing me how not to get stabbed? It's quiet in Holby at the moment, which from experience is never a good sign."

Faith chuckles.

"No problem," she says with a grin. "We can do it now, if you want."

"That would be great, thanks. I just need to find somewhere to put the kitten."

He nips over to the bar and finds a cardboard box, that appears to have once contained crisps.

"Here we go. Shall we move somewhere with a bit more space?"

Faith nods.

"Oh, yeah, we can't do this in here. Outdoors."

Guppy picks up the kitten and puts it in the box, then heads outside, holding the door open for Faith.

Faith steps outside, leading Guppy out toward the lake, and commences the lessoning.

Self-defense. Yay.

Guppy removes his tie. It just seems the right thing to do.

"Okay, what do I do?"

Faith shows him some basic things, nothing too complicated or painful for the victim.

She also shows him the one she's showing Ron Weasley that can break the wrist, just to be safe.

"I'm not sure I can break bones. I think that would count as assault, but thanks anyway."

He practices them carefully. He's not very good at it, but he's clearly trying.

"It doesn't always break the wrist, only if you put a lot of pressure."

She doubts he's strong enough, frankly.

"Well hopefully if it's at work that should deflect them until security get there. The trouble is it's more difficult when you're not expecting it. Are there any signs I can look out for when people are about to kick the crap out of you?"

"You could try assuming they're going to. It serves me well."

"I can't assume all my patients are going to hurt me. People will think I'm... weird. More weird."

Faith shrugs.

"Well, it's a mental hospital, isn't it? I can't predict crazy people behavior, Guppy."

There is a brief pause where Guppy resists correcting the political incorrectness.

"It doesn't specialise in psychiatric care, it's just in a rather rough area. There have been rather a lot of deaths among staff."

"Oh. Well."

Faith shrugs again. "I'm used to demons and vamps, Guppy, not...I don't think I can help you, honestly."

"Well you've already helped me, so thanks. I really appreciate it."

He smiles.

"You never know, it might stop me being killed off."

He's only half joking.

"No problem," Faith says with a shrug. "Hope it helps."

The kitten starts to meow insistantly and paws at the side of the box. Guppy looks around.

"I think he's getting hungry, so I'd better get going. Thanks for your help."

He scoops up the kitten and holds it gently in his arms like a baby.

Faith scratches the cat behind the ears.

"No problem. See you around."

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