Miguel & Roxy
And yet they were, or at least had been, so simple. "We'll see if one turns up. I'll look forward to it. When I was on the island before I didn't take advantage of all it had to offer me. I was so intent on leaving I didn't consider seeing the far off places I could never otherwise go."
Roxy sighed a bit at the thought. As much as she had wanted to leave that time...she feared leaving, now. If she left here she was certain she'd be dead back home. No way would she survive that blast.
"That sounds great. Thank you," she smiled and shook away the thoughts of her own demise. "Yes. Kingsman is the British secret service," Roxy explained. "And what is it you do, Miguel?"