"Hm?" The words 'free pint' had caught Alec's attention and drawn him from his cesspool of mild insanity. God knew he could certainly stand one. What had they said about the coupon book? Oh, that was right - it had been with his clothes. Luckily he'd had enough presence of mind to take it with him, and he flipped through it. Oh. A coupon for a manicure. Lovely.
To Jean, he said, "I'll be fine. Like she said...there's someone I recognize on this bus, and someone I am not at all pleased to see."
He looked at his so-called breakfast. A blueberry muffin and a juice box. The normalcy was what dragged him firmly back to earth. Surely nobody else would see the appearance of M as anything to be alarmed about, whether they were MI-6 plants or just plain clueless about the older woman's significance.
"...juice boxes? What are we, five?" he murmured nastily, trying to retain a grip on his sense of humor.
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To Jean, he said, "I'll be fine. Like she said...there's someone I recognize on this bus, and someone I am not at all pleased to see."
He looked at his so-called breakfast. A blueberry muffin and a juice box. The normalcy was what dragged him firmly back to earth. Surely nobody else would see the appearance of M as anything to be alarmed about, whether they were MI-6 plants or just plain clueless about the older woman's significance.
"...juice boxes? What are we, five?" he murmured nastily, trying to retain a grip on his sense of humor.