Who: Guinevere and Mordred. What: Meeting! When: Early afternoon. Where: A dirty, seedy subway station. Warnings: None?
"Oh no, you’re going the wrong way – see? You need to take the train that arrives on that platform to the left. That’s right."
She smiled the best that she could with four and a half hours sleep, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. It never failed to amaze Guinevere how strong of a people – well, tourist magnet she was. When someone was lost, they always seemed to gravitate toward her for help. Did she look like she knew the entire layout of a town even if she hadn’t been there before?
Rubbing her eyes, she shouldered the carry on bag and quickly side stepped behind a nearby pillar to avoid the oncoming crowd. With her luck, they’d be firing questions at her for the next hour and really, she didn’t have that kind of time. Guinevere liked helping her fellow citizens just as much as the next person, but keeping her job took precedence today.