"I beg to differ," replied Jamie, swinging his legs off the side of the bed as to stand, suppressing a shiver when his feet hit the floor. He'd lived all over the world, but he'd never quite forgotten the chill of Moscow; the dupe he'd sent to Hawaii had had a much better experience, truth be told, making Tabula Rasa somewhat ideal in terms of climate. Wherever they were, though, it wasn't Russia; the view outside the window was all wrong, for all that it was picturesque.
Not bothering to turn around, he added, "Where the hell are we?"
They were home, or in some facsimile of it; that she'd know wasn't in question.
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:12 am (UTC)Not bothering to turn around, he added, "Where the hell are we?"
They were home, or in some facsimile of it; that she'd know wasn't in question.