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[Of all the places to come back to life, Clive's spawned on the roof. Sans clothes.

The place has been kind enough to give him a sheet and a pack of cigarettes, though, so he's not complaining. He'll just be casually smoking with a sheet draped around him unless someone happens upon him.]

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Ahh.

...cigarette?

No thank you. I'm not much of a smoker.
Although I think I may be alone in that, 'round here. {She chuckles.}

[He snorts.]

Not so much. To my knowledge there's... four smokers here, including me? Maybe five.

Really? Seems like everyone I've met so far smokes, aside from the children.
Of course, I havn't really met a lot of people either.

Clearly you need to branch out in your meetings. Or not, because in my experience those of us who smoke are about the only tolerable people here, besides Hershel.

Hmm, perhaps. I suppose it depends on how much you can tolerate.
At home, I need to be able to tolerate most people for my job, so it's quite hard to get me riled up.

Your job?

[He's going to hazard a guess that it's not the same as his. She doesn't seem the type to come from a world like his own, after all.]

{Nod.} I'm a journalist. I have to deal with a ton of people during the day. Not to mention the fact that I used to be a waitress as well...

A journalist... yeah, I remember that. Just about.

[A lot's happened in the meantime, after all.]

Don't think I could do it any more.

Why's that?

Don't deal well with people who... aren't Hershel. I'd probably resort to stabbing someone if they irritated me enough.

{She nods.} I understand. For a while, I refused to talk to anyone.

Why?

I mean, I'm... pretty sure it's for different reasons to me.

Have you heard the story of what... happened? When I... we... destroyed London...

No. I never... got around to that.

Then count yourself lucky.

I became leader of the resistance after Layton took over, then was caught and tortured to become his servant.

Not so lucky.

Hm. {She can't help but smirk.}
We've both had it rough, then.

Mmm. So what did happen in your world, anyway?

{Shrug.} Destruction of London. I'm an idiot. The usual.

[He snorts.]

Destruction of London would be...

[Trailing off, he considers.]

I'd like to see it burn, personally.

{She chuckles.} You say that now. Two years ago, I would have sympathised.

Yes, well. Layton encouraged that kind of attitude, even if he didn't actually want me to destroy his city. So I'd imagine I'm worse now than you were two years ago.

Perhaps. {She goes back to staring out.}
We may all be the same person, but don't think we're all exactly the same person.

True. Most of you doubles don't seem to be so impressed by knives. Excluding Clara, maybe.