"Yeah." She remembers it pretty fucking well: it's an awesome way of getting around and she still can't believe she walked into a goddamn portrait and ended up in Beth's apartment. "In fact, I sent a message to..."
She looks around warily, waits and listens for just a moment before continuing, but doesn't hear anything. Or anyone. She really doesn't want Natalya and Ciba stumbling in on this conversation; they'll think the pair of them are fucking lunatics if they hear them talking about getting around by portrait and sending messages by owl, or even a place called the House of Arch. Seeing as how the coast is clear, she continues very quietly.
"...to Spike last time I was there, but I guess he wasn't around to get it because I never saw him. Why?" She has no idea what this has to do with much of anything, especially not with amazons staking claim to New York's harbor. But she's all ears.
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Date: 2007-06-20 09:45 pm (UTC)She looks around warily, waits and listens for just a moment before continuing, but doesn't hear anything. Or anyone. She really doesn't want Natalya and Ciba stumbling in on this conversation; they'll think the pair of them are fucking lunatics if they hear them talking about getting around by portrait and sending messages by owl, or even a place called the House of Arch. Seeing as how the coast is clear, she continues very quietly.
"...to Spike last time I was there, but I guess he wasn't around to get it because I never saw him. Why?" She has no idea what this has to do with much of anything, especially not with amazons staking claim to New York's harbor. But she's all ears.