[A nimble hand idly turns the bracelet a moment before pursed lips and sharp blue eyes come into view.]

A'right. Now what sort of drug induced fun fair is this? I'll say now I'm not really interested in another war. There's nothing to be gained from it. Least not on my end. I've got wars and bullshit enough where I've come from. The like that I've got stock in.

And the like that I need to be getting back to.

[Thomas shoves a hand in his coat pocket and digs around for a moment before his face turns from indifferent to downright annoyed, nose wrinkling and brows furrowing darkly]

Where the fuck can you get cigarettes 'round 'ere?

[He checks the other pocket with a dark look before finding a small wood toothpick that must have been left in his pocket from the Garrison. He sticks it between his teeth, gnawing it at it distractedly.]

If I'm to be stuck in this place, I want a smoke.

 

[ This marks as the third trek again to Asgard. Rather than being frazzled, she's simply used to being relocated again. Then again, arguably Regina's used to it considering the nature of the Otherworld and fairies. When she appears in sight, Regina is, of course, without any nature of shame. Blood pouring from her mouth as she takes a small lick to the corner of her mouth. It is the nature of the nephilim that blood and flesh mean nothing to them. It's clear from this that she wavers from keeping her humanity to outright gorging herself. Of course she's hungry. She's shaking as she tosses her long, white hair behind her shoulder. Regina looks like a wraith with her pale features and the hue of blood against her.

All Regina can do at the moment after small mutters of Welsh is speak. But oh, does it ever feel good to speak Welsh so freely without having to worry about who she's traveling with. ]

Surely, you couldn't wait a day, Lady Freya? You caught me in the most compromising time.

[ You know, taking a bite out of someone's throat, just because. Because she is really, really hungry now. The loss of her natural abilities is like a weight crashing down on her, harder than it should normally. ]

Prynhawn da, Asgard. Anyone with wits better stay clear of me if you don't want to become an afternoon meal.

Samantha, fy annwyl, I really do hope that you're still alive.

[ Since, you know, Regina just lost her strong sense of smell. Had she had it, she would have hunted Samantha down based on her own unique scent. ]

So these digs are pretty sweet.

( At first the video comes in a little too close, and then shaky as Faith moves the bracelet to make it look better. She's new and working on it, they certainly didn't have anything like this where she came from. Where's a good old fashioned beeper?

She's lounging on her bed, tank top and leather pants with her hair down. Hey pretty faces )

Nicer than anything I've ever lived in before. Gonna have to thank the boss, if I ever actually get to see him. Or if he's listening now I'm pretty grateful.

( People are listening, right? She's been told how to use the bracelet - rather than just pressing the buttons like she did before - but she's not Willow. No whizzing here )

This all seems like a pretty selective club, too. Glad I got an invite, you picked the right girl. ( And juicing her more with regeneration was a smart move. Helps keep a Slayer alive ) But I got one question. Not a complaint just, you know, curiosity. Where's the fun around here? I mean even Sunnydale had the Bronze, and that didn't always bomb. I get that there's a war going on, when isn't there, but all work and no play makes it pretty dull, or us lousy. So who's up for something? Show a girl the sights.

( With that smile? How could you ever refuse? )

And a weapon. I'm good with my fists but something that'll help I'd never say no to. I didn't exactly get chance to pack first. Just let me know what you've got. I'm sure we can work something out.