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Did he just wipe his mouth with his hand? Mary tried not to look too horrified at how far manners had possibly deteriorated in just a few centuries. She perched on the stool, her posture perfect.
"I'm sure I will adjust quickly enough." It was a nice deflection. While hopefully true, Mary was still frightened of being trapped in this time and place with nobody that she knew. She had cried numerous times in her room, alone with the door locked, where nobody could see her.
She glanced up at the multicolored bottles that lined the shelf behind the bar. "Do you have any drink suggestions?" she asked.