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[didnotspeak]

[It's a gunshot in the distance that wakes him up. And it takes only a second to realise he's not where he should be.

Lying on wood, curled up with boxes around him, and a grey wool coat, thick enough to keep out the immediate chill away... His mind comes faster than his senses. While his eyes adjust, his mind races.

Had the French retaken

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[practiced]

[ The very polite clearing of a throat, followed by the voice of a young woman. Her tone is careful, her accent a rough approximation of something English. ]

I beg your pardon- stranger?

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[didnotspeak]

[...Small room. A kind of solitary confinement? But something wasn't quite right, though he couldn't put his finger on it just yet, still jarred from the change in locale and confusion associated with that.

He can only assume that the... the girl... is in another room nearby. Though he's starting to notice the wagon's cover and piece together how strange that is for a kind of prison cell. Not fully there yet, just because switching from what he expected to reality is a slow process with so sudden a shift.]

...Yes, ma'am...? Where are you? What place is this?

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[practiced]

[ By now Sansa has grown accustomed to the disorientation of new arrivals. She recognizes the myriad ways in which they find themselves lost - panicked or angry or at times simply saddened. It is not her responsibility to greet them - nor should it be, since she has little of the information they so often crave - though it does give her something to do, a usefulness.

A kind voice and a soft smile never hurt anyone, did it? It could only help, couldn't it? ]

Your wrist, sir. The cuff upon it. If you lift it to your ear, you will see that my voice comes from it and nowhere else beside you. You've- you've woken in an unfamiliar place, I know. We all of us have, and the waking is slow.

Are you hurt?

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[didnotspeak]

[Everything is processing. But the question is most easily understood.]

Superficial injuries, most already treated. I can account for them all. [The taking of the Papillion had not been a bloodless venture.] I... Your concern is appreciated, ma'am.

[She was right about the weight on his arm. And he knew it was not French. They'd do better in battles if they had this kind of... magic? It had to be magic.

...And, strangely, the thought of magic makes the rest easier to accept.]

Then. [He has to ask. He has to hear it.] We are not in France.

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[willturntides]

[English accent! Ho!]

Not a man by that name around these parts, I'm afraid.

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[didnotspeak]

[...Male. British.

This is both relieving and worrisome.]

Damn.

[Still, at least he's out in the fresh air and is not, apparently, a French prisoner of war. This is a perk. ...Even if this thing on his arm is very, very strange.]

Forgive me, sir. [Best to go into "polite" mode until he knows more, though.] I... am rather uncertain as to how I came here. [Or where I am, for that matter.]

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[willturntides]

The 'how' is vague in the extreme for all of us here. All anyone seems to know, myself included, is that we fell asleep and woke here.

This is America.

[How exactly do you put that delicately?]

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[didnotspeak]

[...America.]

I did not even go to sleep, sir.

Last I remembered... I was on a ship just off the coast of France with a shore battery firing.

[Not hard to realise what he'd first feared.]

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[yousaidblue]

You alright there, mate?

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[didnotspeak]

[He was slowly, slowly, slowly getting used to hearing people from this strange thing on his wrist, but seeing someone was an entirely new experience.

He gave a visible start.]

Ma'am.

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[yousaidblue]

[Whoopsie.]

Just Rose, thanks. [Eyebrows up.] You alright?

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[didnotspeak]

As... much as I can be, Miss Rose. Thank you.

[Not that his tone sounds all that grateful. But... Well. The sudden transport probably hurt his mood, right?]