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[alternate123]

[ Dead air. ]

Now.. how does.. [ beep. ] Uh...

[ Dead air for three minutes. ]


God-damn-it!


Okay -- Hullo? [ He's got the audio working again! ]

Look, if you can hear me.. anyone.. My name's DeWitt, listen.. I don't know what kind of business this place thinks I can handle but this whole fighting a war of the gods and energy sharing thing isn't really something I'm familiar with.

Now.. [ beep; Booker accidentally activated the video function and Asgard gets a quick view of his 1910s brown shoes. The broadcast was soon back on audio only. ] If someone could just.. give me a few pointers I'd be appreciative.

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[devilishlycharming]

"Mrs. O'Connell," she corrects him, offering him her hand. "A pleasure to see you again, Mr. DeWitt."

He looks the same, so far as she remembers. They hadn't been anything to each other--the barest of acquaintances, connected by Elizabeth's fondness for them both. "I'm a bit different from when you met me. How have you been settling in?"

[alternate123]

"Mrs. O'Connell," he gave a slight nod to his head, a humble gesture for forgiveness. When they moved on from the greeting he focused his eyes on her and despite how he wanted to believe in the idea of being here before he could neither place her or this place in his mind.

An expected side-effect of the returned, or so he's been told.

"I haven't much time to settle yet.. I'll let you know, however, when I feel settled." He didn't think he'd feel that for some time to come anyway. He licked his lips and brought his bottom lip in to suck gently before he looked from her to stare down the road she came from. "What do you mean you're," he looked back to her, "different?"