Dmitri eyes him. "Contrary to popular belief, Доктор Дорогоиский I do have the good sense God gave a chipmunk, and when someone tells me, 'hey, there's a psychotic Jack lookalike who will shoot you and hog-tie you as soon as talk to you,' my first question is not, in fact, 'I wonder if he likes tea?'." She rubs a hand into her temples, which doesn't exactly help. "You know, the Angel of Knowledge Board of the Sciences keeps a registered list of archangels willing to do occasional security work for paychecks, and you can apply for grants which include an archangel dispatch?" She exhales. "Silly me, I didn't think I'd need one in my own hometown. I thought those were reserved for escort duty in, like, Vegas and Revoultionary Congo and the Middle East and crap."
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Date: 2008-10-02 11:07 pm (UTC)She kicks at something. Possibly it's the floor.