06-28-2015, 05:30 PM
Torri was incredibly surprised to not find a contingent of the Custody's finest waiting outside her building when she arrived home after dismissing the request to give an official statement. By the time she received Drayson's message, the shock wore away, and she stopped looking for officers outside her door every day. He knew she was there, and if a Chief Inspector didn't need her statement, she doubted anyone was coming to get it.
One would think a commissioned officer's rank gave her some freedom to take a lunch when she needed. If not, then perhaps having been hand-chosen to oversee medical care in a top-secret government research facility would do the trick. Hardly.
As such, she didn't have time to go home and change clothes upon leaving like she normally would. Besides, she was returning immediately following lunch, and a return trip home to change would be impractical anyway. More to the point, she tried to avoid wearing her service uniform around civilians. The accompanying attention usually made her uncomfortable.
The pub was easy enough to find. Pausing on the street outside, she smiled at the sign, the windows, and the stairs leading below street. For a moment she forgot the anxiety of being late and led herself inside.
The sudden warmth was stifling, and she blinked at the scene around her. A right pub was woefully missing from her life, but so were a lot of things. She shrugged out of the long service coat, a warm wool with a gray fur collar buttoned tight around the throat, and carefully arranged it on a peg before finding Drayson. Her hair was held in a tight bun. The army gray jacket and skirt were formally pressed and neat, and the imperialist design of the Russian armed forces were apparent in the various insignia and symbols that identified her exact place in the world.
"Hello again."
She smiled down at where he sat. "I apologize for being a few minutes late. I hope you didn't wait long. Your schedule sounds tighter than mine."
She sat across from him and ordered a darkly brewed tea.
"You were right about the pub. It's fantastic."
She took another look around, eyes drinking in the atmosphere. While warm and inviting, she wasn't sure if she belonged here. She barely lived in London and called where ever her parents lived as her actual home.
One would think a commissioned officer's rank gave her some freedom to take a lunch when she needed. If not, then perhaps having been hand-chosen to oversee medical care in a top-secret government research facility would do the trick. Hardly.
As such, she didn't have time to go home and change clothes upon leaving like she normally would. Besides, she was returning immediately following lunch, and a return trip home to change would be impractical anyway. More to the point, she tried to avoid wearing her service uniform around civilians. The accompanying attention usually made her uncomfortable.
The pub was easy enough to find. Pausing on the street outside, she smiled at the sign, the windows, and the stairs leading below street. For a moment she forgot the anxiety of being late and led herself inside.
The sudden warmth was stifling, and she blinked at the scene around her. A right pub was woefully missing from her life, but so were a lot of things. She shrugged out of the long service coat, a warm wool with a gray fur collar buttoned tight around the throat, and carefully arranged it on a peg before finding Drayson. Her hair was held in a tight bun. The army gray jacket and skirt were formally pressed and neat, and the imperialist design of the Russian armed forces were apparent in the various insignia and symbols that identified her exact place in the world.
"Hello again."
She smiled down at where he sat. "I apologize for being a few minutes late. I hope you didn't wait long. Your schedule sounds tighter than mine."
She sat across from him and ordered a darkly brewed tea.
"You were right about the pub. It's fantastic."
She took another look around, eyes drinking in the atmosphere. While warm and inviting, she wasn't sure if she belonged here. She barely lived in London and called where ever her parents lived as her actual home.