Serena could offer the man a bribe if she wanted to, although the envelope that contains the cash courtesy of the city remains in the top drawer of the bedside table in her room a few floors up. At the comment, she simply raises her eyebrow, following him into the cafeteria which is quieter than she's expecting.
There are so many people here. She's not used to such crowds. Even when she went to Boston for equestrian events, it was nothing like this. For a city cut off from the rest of the world, there are certainly an awful lot of them.
"Non, merci," she answers, though there's little humor in her tone. If his intention is to flirt with her then he's chosen a strange audience. It'll be months before she even considers letting another man look at her. She sits, wincing a little with the pain of it. There's a scar on her abdomen that she's sure is neater than anything she'd have gotten in 1929 but it aches all the same. "Though I'd take the wine if they'd let me."
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There are so many people here. She's not used to such crowds. Even when she went to Boston for equestrian events, it was nothing like this. For a city cut off from the rest of the world, there are certainly an awful lot of them.
"Non, merci," she answers, though there's little humor in her tone. If his intention is to flirt with her then he's chosen a strange audience. It'll be months before she even considers letting another man look at her. She sits, wincing a little with the pain of it. There's a scar on her abdomen that she's sure is neater than anything she'd have gotten in 1929 but it aches all the same. "Though I'd take the wine if they'd let me."