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Who: Fauxlivia Dunham and ~~the Goddamned Batman~~ Bruce or Tom or whatever.
What: Firsthand proof that the militia can be assholes.
Where: Bonetown near Mogg Hill.
When: Backdated to last week-ish. /vaguehands
Warnings: None as of yet.

Word of mouth has alerted Olivia to the fact that a bakery just outside Mogg Hill makes a lemon loaf that is supposedly just like Starbucks. Over There, she'd enjoyed breakfast pastries and coffee from the chain, so this tip seems worth following up for a little taste of something like home.

Stepping inside out of the chill, 'Liv takes her hands out of her jacket pockets and rubs them together to bring feeling back into her fingers, eyeing the offerings on display in their glass cases in the front of the store.

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"You are bored."

Neither confirmation nor denial, but Olivia is being a little pushy - on the one hand, Bruce doesn't blame her, but on the other, he's not going to reward somebody prying at him with anything besides letting it deflect off.

"I think your projecting a little, too. What were you at home? Fed?"

"Guilty as charged." Flippant. She means about being bored. But probably a little bit about the projecting, and definitely about being a fed. Sort of. "Department of Defense. The FBI was done away with before my time."

Not that she hasn't worked that job, too. The miracles of parallel universes and selves. She doesn't bother to ask what he used to do back home. Judging from his responses so far, she doesn't think she'd get an answer.

"Do you think we've lost 'em?" While she thinks it sure seems that way, she has no experience with how dogged the militia here can be.