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Ben Ferguson (dr_ben) wrote in inpoormerit,

Ben stopped. He'd heard the heels, but it hadn't registered on his still not fully-functioning mind that that means another person. However, the voice - or, rather, the question - couldn't be ignored in quite the same way.

He looked up, which was when he realized he'd been holding his head in his hand, and blinked to focus on the talker.

Nice. Very nice. Actually, very nice indeed. On any normal day, Ben would have had an entire repertoire of ice-breaking comments to offer. This was hardly normal, though - in fact, Ben would have to struggle to think if ANY of this was even remotely normal - and he seemed to have offended her already by his very presence.

"Uh..." he started, glancing round. Yep, it was definitely him she was talking to. He swallowed to try and clear his throat. "I... uh... where am I?"

Well, that was rather pathetic. Plus he hadn't answered her question. If he answered hers then maybe she'd reciprocate. "Ben," he said, then decided he should expand on it. "Ben Ferguson." He held out his right hand to shake hers, not even realizing what he was doing.