Just a day, trying to get by

[alwayscoward]

The girl whose records name her "Mary Tyler" is sitting on a curb in the Basin across from the Millennium Center in Cardiff with a paper bag full of chips, eating them absently and very much not noticing the ebb and flow of humanity around her. She looks rather like those young people who are quiet and wallflowery until they either take a gun to

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[spydaughter]

Izzy's only in Cardiff, because it's one of the few places "Jeeves" won't set foot in and she'd rather deal with him right now. He has nothing but disdain for the Welsh, after all, but if he has anything but disdain for any group of people, she has yet to meet them.

You do the sort of work she does on a daily basis and you notice things about people. Little, insignificant things. Usually they don't make you stop and stare.

This one does, however. Something oddly electric that gives a simple little spy-cum-assassin pause.

"Well, you look like ten miles of bad prarie and no chocolate chip ice cream in sight." Not the most clever of observations, but it slips out before she realizes it's kinda silly.

Note the accent is distinctly American, even if she hasn't been back to the States in years.

[alwayscoward]

The girl blinks a bit, like she's not sure that Izzy's actually talking to her. But yes, she is, so she shrugs a bit and returns to her chips.

"I suppose." It's a short sentence, but her accent is London. Council girl, probably, if you get more out of her to go on.

...Sorry, Izzy, she's not exactly talkative.

[spydaughter]

Unfortunately, Izzy's a little chatterbox when she's not on business and this is a vacation. No killing people and no being, you know, someone who really isn't her. Not that she minds when she's not her. It's kind of a thrill.

And she's curious anyway. Student of human nature, maybe, even if that doesn't apply here exactly... Not that she knows that.

"Well, we're sullen, aren't we?" She continues, drawing just a bit closer and drawing out the 'well' like it has at least two syllables. "You know, they say talking to strangers about your problems is helpful or something like that. Must be why people pay shrinks so much money."

Apologies in advance. You tickle her curiosity and she may never let you go. She picked it up from her mentor.

[alwayscoward]

"Mary" sighs and looks up at Izzy. Her eyes are old, impossibly old for... well, a human, and hollow. "Talking to anyone isn't going to be helpful," she says flatly.

Chips are good. She'll go back to that.