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[knowthyexits]

She's not entirely sure she ought to be here.

Except that she is. This isn't like with her date with a chess machine prodigy and it's not like Charley. It's not even a date, she keeps reminding herself to keep that part of her brain quiet so it doesn't go into a kind of overload that sets her at unrest. It's two friends going to see some music together. And she might have made sure she doesn't look half bad -- there's no blood anywhere on her clothes and she's combed her hair through past the usual 'laissez-disaster' that it likes to mimic.

And now she's outside the hall with a wool coat drawn tight around her shoulders. The desert and sea have been in her blood for too long, now, and she's not used to the cold. She's fought so many enemies, but it seems as if the weather and her nerves are combining to do her in, this time.

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[shieldsupernanny]

"I don't think there's a twelve-point program for having fun, but I guess we could try it." He was more than happy to help with that, he was enjoying himself, enjoying adult conversation with a beautiful woman without wondering if someone was going to shoot at him tomorrow.

[knowthyexits]

"If there is, step one is admitting I have a problem, isn't it?" Sarah jokes wryly. "Although, I think I've already acknowledged that. I don't think someone who doesn't have fun goes out dancing in New York City, do they?" she asks, squeezing his hand tighter as a way to say 'thank you' to him for the invitation.