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There is the possibility of the Battle of the Bards tonight. (The mun isn't sure on the mix up of dates either.) So, counting that possibility, Svava is dressed for it, in a smart white blouse, green-patterned flared skirt and green slippers. If the musical showdown is tonight, there will be dancing. And she will be dancing. Life- at least here at Milliways for this moment- is good.

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Svava bites her lip. "... How is that more specific, Michelle? I know war, and attacks- and then fighting, but... how is terrorism more defined, for it to be what you specialize in?"

Michelle looks at her curiously, "You've been in war?" Forgive her, she doesn't really know who she's talking to.

She thinks for a moment, "The FBI does deal with counter terrorism, but the CIA, or rather the Counter Terrorist Unit, deals with it more fully. Terrorism is when a group of people attack civlian targets for the purpose of spreading fear and anxiety."

Michelle hasn't had to talk about her job in a while.

".... Quite a few, in different ways." Her lips quirk. "I've gotten to know them rather well." Svava shrugs, then raises a brow as she listens.

"Attack- how?"

"Where are you from?"

"A variety of methods. Terrorist groups, although it can be one person working alone, seek to create the most chaos and the most destruction they can. So, they blow up buildings, cars, themselves to spread uncertainty and fear. Ramon was trying to buy a virus to sell to another terrorist group who would have used it on innocent people."

"Asgard. Or at least I was- My home is here, now. Asgard is gone." Simply. It gets easier with the telling.

She raises a brow, listening. "... So, basically, an army attacks those not in an army? In their homes, without a war being official?"

Svava blinks. "How could you use an illness as a weapon, though?"

"I'm sorry to hear that," the name sounds vaguely familiar but she isn't sure why.

She nods a little, "Something like that, except terrorists aren't really an army and the attacks can happen anywhere."

Michelle tries to think of how to explain it, from their conversation she has the feeling that Svava is not from anywhere near her time or place.

"Where I'm from, illnesses can be...manipulated into being stronger or more deadly. Then, they can be simply put into the air and affect a number of people. The virus Ramon was trying to buy could have killed a million people in a matter of days."

Svava is far from most people's times and places, and her knowledge of modern technology is very spotty. She does try to remember the bits and pieces she's learned, however- no matter how out of context they are to her.

She blinks. "So... people could all be at... market, perhaps. Families and everyone, shopping and trading, and there would be an attack without warning?" Svava frowns-

And then stares at Michelle, horrified.

"Yes...that's basically what we fought to prevent."

She glances at her glass for a moment, "There's a few of us here."

"From your world, or- the people working against those things?" Svava bites her lip, looking at Michelle.

"Other people from CTU. One of them just became backup security. But there are also just...other people."

"Hopefully family and friends? And not people you had to deal with- with your job, finding them and stopping them?"

Svava smiles faintly. "My fiancee works on Security."

She takes another sip of her drink and smiles slightly, "My husband's from my world. And some other friends...who is your fiancee?"

"Archie Kennedy. He's from quite a different world- odds are we wouldn't have met, if it wasn't for Milliways." Svava smiles. "He was in the british navy, in eighteen oh two."

She nods, "I don't think I've met Archie," she tilts her head slightly, "How would you have met if not for Milliways?"

"Oh. We probably wouldn't have- I didn't say that clear, I'm sorry." Svava shrugs, chuckling.

"Quite different worlds, quite different times."

"When are you from?"

"... I don't quite really have a date I can use for a reference, unfortunatly." Svava shrugs with a sheepish smile.

"Calenders weren't really known then, or dates kept the same. From a few references, it would be before one thousand, but that's as much as I've been able to figure."

She smiles a little, "Are you from Earth?"

"... Not quite." Svava smiles oddly. "Midgard was a realm on earth, and it was one of the Nine Worlds, of which Asgard belonged to."

"And the Midgard I knew was-" She bites her lip, thinking, "How there are many different sorts of earths, each with something different? It was different than most of the ones people are from, here."

Michelle nods a little, not really understanding but things sound, again, vaguely familiar.

"I've heard of a lot of different Earths, here. How was it different?"

"... I don't quite know specifics. I've not seen any of the other Earths at similar times to the Midgard that I know." Quietly, with a shrug.

"As for how they would be now, around the year two thousand? There's no way to do a comparison to say."

"That's a good point. It is hard to compare," she nods a little and takes another sip of her wine.

"Anyway, I should go find Tony, but it was very nice meeting you, Svava."

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