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Brooding was not something that Abby tolerated well. She usually threw jokes at her co-workers when they got broody.

It was too bad that she didn't know this particular man. But that didn't mean she couldn't be curious about exactly why he was brooding. So she watched him from a distance, her head cocked to one side.

Námo, very aware of most glances his way.

His eyes flicker from the fire to the source of the gaze, his eyes focused unblinking on her.

Well. This was someone new.

Well, it was hard to miss the gothic girl, wasn't it? She managed to stand out in the bar, despite all the black that she wore. Then again, she did wear some bright red as well, most often her lipstick.

When he decided to look her way, Abby held his gaze.

Yay, staring contest!

It's fun to have staring contests with creatures that don't need blink. And possess endless amounts of patience.

She is dressed like the young man he had briefly met the other day -- the one named Clive. Who was from Earth.

Hmm.

A lot of people from Earth.

Indeed, she was from Earth. Whether or not the same one as Clive was questionable, but she was definitely an Earthian. Or whatever the word was.

It was a good thing Abby was good at staring contests, though. So she kept on staring. You would think she had a mutant power not to blink or something, really.

Then again, she was pretty weird for a normal human. Although normal was a relative word for her.

He tilts his head curiously.

Námo makes a decision to nod once to her, a quiet invitation she is free to either ignore, decline or take.

The chairs and sofas by the fire were nice, after all, and the Vala never minded speaking with those in the bar.

What kind of curious little goth girl would Abby be if she turned down the offer? So of course she took it. She brightened visibly at the acknowledgement and invitation, and she got up from where she was settled, bouncing over to the brooding man.

She plopped herself down in one of the chairs near him, grinning widely.

"Hello there, handsome." Don't mind the greeting. She did that with everyone.

'Handsome' was not a term he had ever heard associated with him...

"Greetings," he replies, his gaze remaining on her. "You are a cheerful sprite, are you not?"

It is an observation; he needed more cheerful around him.

Well, Abby was unique like that! Plus, it was a compliment, so nothing to complain about there, right?

"I guess you could say so," Abby said with a bit of a laugh, her pigtails bouncing slightly. "And in contrast, you seem to be a grim mood today."

He smiles at her, because he can't really help it.

"My mind is heavy, yes. It tends to come with age."

"Age?" She cocked her head to one side, looking curious. After all, he didn't look that old. Then again, she figured that one should never assume here at the bar. Everyone was from...well, everywhere.

Now he chuckles.

"Yes. Age. I was created at the dawn of time within my world. I have existed for years beyond reckoning."

He holds out his hand politely.

"I am Námo, Lord of the Halls of Mandos."

Well, that was quite old, wasn't it? It was probably a good thing that Abby had never cared too much about anyone's age. She was very open about...well, everything. What did you expect from a girl who slept in a coffin?

She takes his hand, shaking if firmly. Hey, even if he was super old, that didn't mean he couldn't be cool and all.

"Abby Sciuto, forensic lab technician at NCIS." Not quite a grand title, but she loved her job greatly, so she said with much pride and a flash of a smile.

He raises his brow.

"What is a 'forensic lab technician'?" he asks.

He didn't know what a forensic lab technician was? What a shame! What a crime!

And Abby showed that by her dramatic gasp. She was playing with him, of course.

"I'm hurt that you don't know!" She said dramatically, clasping her hand over her heart. "It's only the best job in the world!" For her, anyway. She then pouted.

He grins at her.

"I am sorry, sprite, but our world does not have such a title. We have Lords and Ladys, Kings and Queens, but not forensic lab technicians. Forgive us," he says just as dramatically.

Hey, she was liking him more and more as time went on. After all, you had to hand it to someone who played along with her dramatics. It wasn't very often that people indulged her.

"Hmm. I wonder if that would make Gibbs a Lord and the director a Lady..." She murmured to herself absently, getting off track for a moment. She couldn't help being amused at the idea, although she didn't like the director much. Then again, if you were assigned an assistant forcefully and were attacked by said assistant, you wouldn't either.

But anyway.

"Oh, I suppose it's only reasonable I do, since we don't really have Lords and Ladies in our world anymore," she said with another dramatic sigh. Hey, she was having fun.

"A forensic lab technician is someone who examines and analyses crime scene evidence, whether it be items, human traces, or whatnot."

He listens to her, various words making sense, while others have yet to enter his vocabulary.

"Crime scene?"

His world's extent of 'crime scene' was what was left after the most recent war.

Abby nodded her head before elaborating. She really didn't mind explaining it, since it was her passion and life's work.

"Yeah. Murders, rapes, kidnappings, disappearances, robberies...you name it." They certainly didn't seem like things that a girl like her would be involved in, but hey. That was Abby for you.

He thinks on this a moment.

"Those tend to go unpunished in our world while they live. Once they die, though, they come to me and find punishment and redemption."

Námo tilts his head.

"What is the purpose of viewing these scenes? What is it you hope to accomplish?"

Huh. Different kind of justice system, huh? Well, she figured that worked, too. But she liked her system.

"We look for things that tie the people responsible for the crime so we can let them pay for the crimes they've committed. Sometimes it can be impossible, but that's where I come in."

This must be more of the law Jack spoke to him about.

"The whole dungeon thing?" he asks, but knows that is not the right word. "Prison. That was what Jack called it."

"Same difference, I guess," Abby said with a grin. Because they were both lock ups, anyway.

"And Jack? You've met Jack." He hadn't seen the man in a while, but if he was talking about Jack Bauer, well, she knew him.

He nods.

"I have spoken with Jack Bauer on two occasions. He is full of knowledge that he was kind enough to pass onto a very inquisitive Vala."

"How is he doing?" She asked, cocking her head to one side once again. She hadn't had a chance to check up on the man. She really should do that, see how he was holding up.