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[bostonhowler]

[ Brigid tucks hair behind her ear, looking at the computer in front of her. ]

While I appreciate the welcome, and the information, I have to say that I am unimpressed with the method by which I was brought.

[ Meaning, she’s a little salty right now. ]

I don’t suppose there is a school I could teach at is there? I can translate four languages, speak two, and have a doctorate in Irish history.

[ She’s hoping there’s some call for her skills somewhere in this place. ]

If not, I also have some skill with Krav Maga and could, potentially, teach that, if there’s some call for it. Basically, I wish to teach. If someone could direct me to a few opportunities, I’d be grateful.

[ She leans forward and cuts off the feed. ]

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[edgeoftheknife]

Then no, it doesn't matter at all.

[He laughs a little as well, more an amused hum than anything. It had been a legitimate question but he's not above letting her think that he was teasing, trying to defuse any tension that may have resulted from his original question.]

You'll find several of us here from Ireland--more at the moment, with the influx of people into the city. All of us native Gaeilge speakers, I believe. The turtle does seem to favor Ireland.

[bostonhowler]

[ She's not a sorcerer, but she is a werewolf. Completely different thing, right? ]

That actually makes me feel more at home. I've been living in Ireland, the last couple of years.

[edgeoftheknife]

Where in Ireland, if you don't mind me asking?

[bostonhowler]

Dublin. I recently graduated from Trinity College. Where in Ireland are you from?

[edgeoftheknife]

[His smile is almost audible]

Dublin myself, born and raised. Erskine Ravel. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?

[bostonhowler]

[ She's so happy to have someone from Dublin to speak with. At least it's a shared experience? ]

Brigid Finn. It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Ravel.

[edgeoftheknife]

Have you found a place to stay yet, Ms. Finn? A good friend of mine runs the Midnight Hotel, if you're still looking--also a Gaeilge speaker, as it happens.

[bostonhowler]

I have not. I was hoping to find a place to work and then have someone take pity on me.

[ She does pity face very well. ]

[edgeoftheknife]

[He laughs again]

Go to the Hotel and tell whoever's at the front desk that Erskine will pay for your first month. They all know me.

Anton's the one who runs the Hotel, but I've been stealing enough of his time that you might not meet him first. Klaus is the impossibly tall redhead--don't let him scare you, he's a sweetheart. Or you might meet Bisi, the sweet girl in the chair. Any one of them will help you get set up.

[bostonhowler]

Oh, I couldn't possibly impose like that.

[ Besides it just feels wrong to take money from a man she doesn't know. ]

[edgeoftheknife]

You were hoping for someone to take pity on you, but you don't want to impose? ...yes, I see. That makes complete sense. [He's teasing]

Anyway, there might be something you can do for me, as a trade. If you're interested?

[bostonhowler]

Pity is different to imposition.

[ She knows how it sounds and blushes. ]

And what would the trade be?

[edgeoftheknife]

Well, you can rest assured in the knowledge that I'm neither pitying you, nor am I the sort to allow myself to be imposed upon. Unless I'm in the right mood, I suppose.

I... [There's a slight hesitation] I'm working on a project, and I might need someone with your particular set of skills. Part-time, nothing terribly difficult. I can let you know when I've firmed up all the details, if that's acceptable?

[bostonhowler]

Well, then I might have to take you up on your kind offer.

[ And she will. She needs to find a job and fast. ]

That would be fine.