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Daisy Johnson was an intriguing woman, despite her veiled references to her powers and attempting to draw information based on childrens' stories. Not that Harry's literary choices could be held to a greater standard given his penchant for mysteries and thrillers. That, despite their strangely different worlds, they both seemed to spend an unusual amount of time protecting people was enough to want to meet Daisy. He'd suggested the only pub in town he'd discovered that sold vaguely drinkable ale and she'd agreed to meet him there.

Harry arrived first and order a bottle of their finest and scanned the room, which was largely empty. He headed to the table he now considered his and sat down to wait for Daisy. He'd barely sat when the door opened and Daisy walked in.

"Hey, I'm glad you could make it," Harry said standing up to shake her hand and smiling. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, giving a nod to the barman and telling him to put it on his tab. "So," he said sitting back down, "we both find ourselves at a loose end with no world-saving opportunities. How about you tell me a little more about yourself and we'll figure out if we can actually find a gig together?"