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Hank eyes her and grins. He moves very quietly and slips towards her, stopping a few feet behind her.

"Good morning, Miss Eyre."

Jane jumps a bit and responds quietyl, "Have we met?"

"No, but I have heard of you. A friend of mine, a Magius, met you. His description of you and your friendliness was such that I could not mistake you,."

He bows to her.

"Doctor Hank McCoy, at your service."

Jane smiles at these words; yes, she remembers Magius. However, she turns to see him and opens her eyes wide in fright. A large cat, *with glasses,* is talking to her. She nods deeply in her chair before venturing a, "How do you do?" She retreats to good manners to keep the oddity from overwhelming her.

He smiles, without showing his fangs and nods.

"I am well, madame. And you? Have you found this place a good sojourn?"

His voice is cultured and deep, almost like the rumbling of a cat.

"I have indeed. This is a house of great hospitality, for all its ... oddities." She takes a sip of her tea, mortified to feel her hand shaking ever so slightly. She refuses to look directly at him, fielding looks from the top of her tea cup.

He sighs inside, knowing he should eb entirely used to this and never quite getting so.

"Yes. For all it's strangeness, this place brings joy and mystery, and often wonders,."

He smiles, his voice gentle

"I find it is a great font for learning. I am a teacher at a school, and a doctor, and this place has taught me much."

Jan looks up, suprised. "You are a teacher? Of what field?" She secretly, althoug dubiously hopes it is French, so that she might keep up with her studies of the language.

Alas it is not.

"Science and literature, as well as some of the physical education classes."

He smiles.

"I am well suited for teaching strength trainign without getting hurt."

"I am afraid my education has been much lacking in the natural sciences, as they are deemed to be improper for a woman to study. I also somehow suspect that your literature is not mine." She is somewhat disappointed, somehow she had hoped that they might talk of similar things. She was deserately in need of some civilized talk, here where worlds collided.

He smiles.

"Ah, you are from further back in history then myself. In my age, women teach and learn science as they wish."

he cocks his head.
"Why would our literature not be the same? I am sure there are many books I know you dont and vice versa, but I am aso sure we know some alike. A love of books, my dear lady, transcends all time and space."

"It is not my lack of interest in the sciences, sir, but rather the nature of my schooling, of which I had little choice. We were taught the gentler arts, more suitable for the education of the destitute with futures as wives or governesses, than that of botany or the other scientific arts. My teachers were far more concerned for my soul than my head."
"As to our literature, I thought it would be...different, for even the nations of my world have their own literature, in their own hand. I highly doubt that you have read any literature of my native England."

"I understand, and that was what I referred to; In my time, women have choices they did not, in your time."

Hank nods.

"My dear woman, I coem from the ladn called America, who was birthed from England, and even in my time, we rememember and honor the writers and scholars of your country. I studied quite a few myself, from Shakespeare to Doyle to Francais."

Jane distictly does not remember any tales of large blue speaking cats in America, but she is not one to question the...man.
"I do not know the other two authors, but,
"Can one desire too much of a good thing?" that is, Shakeseare?"
She smiles.

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."

he grins.

"Please, set down your veritable burden, and let you feed."

"Then must you speak
Of One that lov'd not wisely but too well."

He grins at her again as he tosses it back to her.

"That it should come to this!"
She bravely tries to stave off what she hopes was an innocent quotation, as ahe found it biting too close to the bone, reminding her of whence she fled, and wherefore.

"I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one."

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't."

"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

"And you have proved your greatness. Well met." She smiles, feeling more at home with this man's intellect, if not his shape.

"Not great, perhaps greatly known and unthought of... but it is well met to you as well madame."

he bows to her again.

"Please, join me," she says a bit shyly. She is still unsure of him, completely, but she is fairly certain he has no intention of eating her.
[ooc: sorry about that... got involved in dnner and fiance and...yeah. Feel free to comment at your leisure. I would like to keep this going.]

He settles on a chair.

"My thanks."

He smiles.

"Have you been here long?"

(ooc: collpased last night myself early. and yes, this is fun!)