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Shadowing was not something that Rhea was very good at. In fact, she wouldn't hesitate to say that it was something that she was very, very, incredibly bad at it.

Okay, so she'd been getting a little bored at just following a guy (had she even caught his name? He was just That Guy to her) around. And so she'd slipped off during the short break

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Being that it was spring break, Vincent had decided that it would be a good time for sightseeing. As long as he had been in England he'd been nowhere except Countshire, the airport, and the car ride between the two.

And, well, there had been the question of a rare books display in a museum that made for a reasonable day trip out of Countshire.

And so here he was, wandering a museum, gloriously free of any sort of obligation, but to get his admission's worth of peering at old books.

All in all, a good day.

Hands in his pockets he found himself at the end of the exhibition, feeling quite pleased with himself. He looked around, wondering where to go next, when he noticed a strangely familiar someone sitting on the ground nearby.

With a puzzled frown, the young man hesitantly approached the girl. "Miss Jones...?"

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Rhea jumped and looked around, just about biting back an automatic "I'm working, I'm working" response.

"Ah, Vincent. Hi, I didn't expect to see you here."

She stood up, dropping her bag, kicking it slightly with the toe of her foot. "What are you doing here?"

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Vincent couldn't help jumping a bit, echoing Rhea's reaction.

"I-I was just, well, you see," he stammered, as if nervous, as if he were doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing, nevermind that there was nothing more innocent than a student in a museum, really. "There's an exhibit," he managed finally. "A collection of rare books. It's really rather fascinating... I-if you like that sort of thing."

He fidgeted with the bit of change in his pocket, concentrating on the still unfamiliar weight of the British coins, trying to dispell this ridiculous case of nerves. "What about you? If you don't mind my asking, I mean?"

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Books? Well, she couldn't exactly say that that was unexpected.

Shifting to knock her toe against her backpack again, she debated answering (or rather how to answer) his question. On the one hand, while they were in a public area, there weren't many people around and if she said something ambiguous like "order thing", he'd probably get it.

But on the other she didn't want anybody to find out that she'd been discussing things like that in public, on a mission...

Trying not to look too suspicious (an endeavour she probably failed at), she glanced around; looking past Vincent to check how close the nearest member of the public was, looking up quickly to ascertain where the security cameras were located and finally dropping to pull something out of her bag.

It was a small, plain reporter's note book. Producing a pen from somewhere she quickly scrawled Order stuff in small neat letters near the bottom and handed it to him, looking away.