The one thing about being a non-smoker working with smokers, Alex had noticed during her time with CID, is that she could smell a lit cigarette ten feet away. It proved to be useful, actually; if Gene's typical vocal announcements of his arrival in the office was muted by a fag, it still served as a warning
( ... )
Gene swore inwardly as Alex opened the door, shoving the lighter back in his pocket. (All right, so it was silly to think that a bit more light would help Alex recognise him in the still-dim castle halls, but he was better safe than sorry, Gene reckoned.) He wondered for a moment if he'd been doing this too bloody long, if his nightly rounds were turning into some strange obsession. He'd never been much of one for sleeping, though, and ambling through the corridors at night at least made him feel like he was doing something other than sitting on his jacksie all the time
( ... )
Alex leaned against the door jamb, crossing her arms and nodding. "It's okay, I was already awake. This hallway is as much mine as yours, you don't need to leave."
She tried to offer the other woman a reassuring smile, although she still kept her eye trained carefully on her. People were coming and going like the castle was some time-space version of Victoria Station, and it was impossible to keep track of who was who. She just hoped the majority of them remained much more docile than Issack had been.
"I'm Alex. I haven't seen you around before... Did you come here from Manchester?"
"Aye," Gene agreed, though he still hadn't managed to come up with a suitable alias or backstory yet. There was no disguising his accent, and even if he'd been able to, he still wouldn't have done it, as a matter of pride. "An' you're from down South." That much would be obvious to just about anybody. "Bloody castle seems t' be collectin' all sorts o' people - must 'ave t' fill some rubbish diversity quota or somethin'." He grinned a little at his own joke. "But maybe that means there'll be someone 'round 'ere t' make a decent curry soon, eh?"
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She tried to offer the other woman a reassuring smile, although she still kept her eye trained carefully on her. People were coming and going like the castle was some time-space version of Victoria Station, and it was impossible to keep track of who was who. She just hoped the majority of them remained much more docile than Issack had been.
"I'm Alex. I haven't seen you around before... Did you come here from Manchester?"
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