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[takingthechance]

The front door opens, and a young woman in uniform steps briskly through. The neat olive dress uniform doesn't do much to hide the coltishness of her frame, accentuated by how she stutter-steps to a stop when the room she walks into isn't the Hastings police department, her pack with the heavy helmet tied over the top banging against her hip at the sudden stop.

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[takingthechance]

She blinks at him, bemusedly.

"Those are stars? Stars have never looked like that." She protests, but she'll freely admit she likes the idea of being somewhere inexplicable to the idea of being in an invaded England.

[clevermonkeyhands]

"Collections of stars. You know about galaxies, right? Like, ... if stars could have cities, they'd live in galaxies, and usually we can't see them really well but it's very dark outside the window so -- so we can," he ends, sort of unwound.

He wishes he was into astronomy. This would probably be really cool.

As it is, he can't seem to get his mind around what has happened enough to actually get excited.

[takingthechance]

Stars in cities? It's clear that particular concept doesn't translate, as she frowns at him in confusion. All she got out of that was the mental image of a little vicar star in his little star church, maybe a little star pub with a star barman serving up star beer...

It's a little ridiculous.