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lois lane (cantspell) wrote in silverage,

Lois raised a brow. She had lived in England for a time when she was young. And her sister had lived there longer than that. Certainly she would have remembered seeing something like that on a school trip. Though she had done her best to avoid those. So even if she didn't, it still would have been something that Lucy would have relished telling her about. Just to hear Lois deny any possibility of it.

This woman then, Lois assumed, must be from a different time. Further in the future than Lois certainly. “When are you from?” When not where. It was an odd question to ask, but she figured she already knew enough about the where.

She jerked her head toward the room with all the commotion. “Just the security guard,” she explained and then, because she had never been good with silence, she continued. “He has some info I might need.” She shrugged. Lois was still trying to gather all the information on recent events. It was, for the time being, difficult to determine what was relevant to her situation or what was just random happenings. “A contact over at the Museum of Modern Art.”