Locke was disappointed that the lovely blonde wouldn't let him hold her hand as they followed the sound of voices to the cafeteria. After all, they'd woken up in bed nude, and he had no intention of doing anything in appropriate. Nevertheless, he calmly accepted her refusal. There were more important things to worry about.
The pair overheard much of the conversation as they approached. All heads turned toward them when they stopped in the doorway. "Good morning," Locke smiled. His eyes swept the room, noting the two exits, the spectacled man who'd assumed leadership, and the soldier. (Marine,) he supposed. Gesturing at the blonde he explained, "We woke up in the same room. I'm afraid that we didn't think to look for ID." He nodded at his military garb. "Or dog tags."
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Date: 2007-02-19 05:42 pm (UTC)The pair overheard much of the conversation as they approached. All heads turned toward them when they stopped in the doorway. "Good morning," Locke smiled. His eyes swept the room, noting the two exits, the spectacled man who'd assumed leadership, and the soldier. (Marine,) he supposed. Gesturing at the blonde he explained, "We woke up in the same room. I'm afraid that we didn't think to look for ID." He nodded at his military garb. "Or dog tags."