[for Knight, Michael]
Sam had been in the Nag's Head before, though he couldn't exactly remember when. The last time he had been in London for more than a day or two at a stretch? That had been years ago. Time ran differently again.
He didn't know what Knight was up to. Kitt. Knight. Hard to tell what was going on either way. Knight, then, to differentiate between one Kitt and the other. It would work in conversation with Miranda, it would work all right in his own mind, and Knight seemed to prefer it. Best not to completely antagonize the man. Creature. AI. He had enough problems trying to get information out of him anyway.
He hated not being on the knowing end of things.
Information. That was what Knight had said he'd had for Sam, but he wasn't sure what kind of information that was. The kind that most people thought was important but to Sam, was easily shrugged off? The kind that would make him inclined to burn down the pub, and possibly the rest of London. The kind that would make him laugh? Probably not that.
He rolled the glass of cider between his palms and tried not to look at Michael. The other man was at least as jittery as he was right now, and it wouldn't help either of them to feed off of each other's nerves.
He didn't know what Knight was up to. Kitt. Knight. Hard to tell what was going on either way. Knight, then, to differentiate between one Kitt and the other. It would work in conversation with Miranda, it would work all right in his own mind, and Knight seemed to prefer it. Best not to completely antagonize the man. Creature. AI. He had enough problems trying to get information out of him anyway.
He hated not being on the knowing end of things.
Information. That was what Knight had said he'd had for Sam, but he wasn't sure what kind of information that was. The kind that most people thought was important but to Sam, was easily shrugged off? The kind that would make him inclined to burn down the pub, and possibly the rest of London. The kind that would make him laugh? Probably not that.
He rolled the glass of cider between his palms and tried not to look at Michael. The other man was at least as jittery as he was right now, and it wouldn't help either of them to feed off of each other's nerves.