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Simon Tam (can_swear) wrote in silverage,

Simon kind of stared at her. "It's unique to me," he pointed out. Maybe there were thousands of people here who didn't belong, and maybe she was used to it, but it was a first to him -- and a brand-new experience on top of that.

While part of him was curious to hear what she meant by transporting him, most of him was more interested in getting home. "I ... I'll walk," he decided. He didn't think the credits and platinum he had on him were going to be acceptable methods of payment here, which opened a whole different can of worms. It was almost ironic that he had a significant sum of money tied up in drugs that were dozens if not hundreds of years away from being invented here.

Simon shook his head and looked around again as if he expected to see the ship. To see River, laughing about the grand joke she'd (somehow) just played on him. "Which ... where is it? If you could just ... give me an address, that would be ..." He trailed off and tried again to really weigh his options. He was reluctant to move from this place in case somehow the location was the key to his return, but he couldn't live in an alley.

If nothing else, he could find a quiet place to try to reason this all out.