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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]

It wasn't quite accurate to say he had the front door staked out, but he was standing at a decent distance, waiting for Sarah to arrive. As much so he could open the door for her like a gentleman, and as much so that he could turn around and leave if she decided not to show, an act for which he wouldn't blame her. He'd asked on impulse, he genuinely liked spending time time with her and it hadn't really thought about it before the offer was made.

Afterwards, he'd thought about it a little.

But it wasn't a date. He'd tried dating, it rarely went well for him, so as far as he was concerned this was an evening with a friend. He just wasn't so certain she was aware of that. He saw her arrive and he moved up, holding his hand in the air in a wave. "Sarah! You made it."