[George/"Millie"]

Date: 2007-02-26 06:49 am (UTC)
ext_12572: (George Shocked)
OOC: Since nobody is outside at the moment, I'm going to assume Veronica walked down the stairs to the door of the bunker.

Millie wasn't much of a cook--she didn't think. Certainly she had little idea how to help the redhead make breakfast. Since she'd made it clear that anyone who didn't help her didn't eat, Millie hovered a little, grabbed a couple of things from the refrigerator, searched for utensils and generally did as little as possible to earn a share of the meal.

She paid little attention to the arguments over what year it was or was not, what ancient British television shows people remembered, and whether there ever had been or could be a female Prime Minister. The Detective Inspector was a Grade-A Asshole (make that arsehole, Millie thought and laughed at her own joke). When he wasn't demanding that anyone in a skirt...well, anyone with tits cook for him, he was insulting the men. Millie wasn't entirely sure what a 'poof' was, but she was morally certain that it wasn't a compliment.

Millie kept an eye out for Claud too, but he didn't reappear. She wondered if he were wandering around outside. Tiring of the loud conversation--it wasn't quite a fight, yet--Millie decided to find out.

She walked over to the heavy metal door that opened onto the concrete stairwell she'd glimpsed earlier. Millie pulled it open. Then she gaped at the blonde girl standing in front of her.

"Uh...hi," Millie said.
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