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[Early enough in the morning that it's clear someone couldn't get back to sleep, a series of doodles appear on the page: they're Sally's best estimate of the floor plan of her apartment, with little rudimentary sketches of furniture in various placements. Over the span of a half hour, several are drawn with different configurations and crossed out before one ends up circled. A check mark is drawn next to it for good measure.

She was too lazy to get out of bed and find real scrap paper, but she figured no one would care.

Much later in the morning, at a reasonable hour, Sally makes a voice recording.]

Right. I've got a question, much as I hate to ask it: since I've been a bit of a dosser when it comes to actually talking to people since I've come here, what with the rampant madness of...everything, and being busy with a few things, I've run short of friends who're willing to do me favors. That being said, I've several articles of heavy furniture that need to be moved up seven flights of stairs.

My usual find-help-moving-house tactic of offering free beer and crisps is moot here, but if there's anyone who can help me out, I'd be happy to negotiate some sort of payment. A favor in return, or something. As I said, I wouldn't ask, but...well. Some of you lot have magic and super strength, and I'm just a regular copper with one very slightly weak ankle. [A self-deprecating laugh that's a little more rueful than she intended. Sally really hates asking for help, but she also really wants her flat not to look like a room in a mental institution, so something had to give.] Thanks, everyone.

[In the afternoon, Sally can be found poking around the item shop, looking for home decorating items and some things she's hoping will show up from her world, and in the evening she'll be at the library doing some cursory research of other worlds and waiting for something interesting to jump out at her.]

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[Having abandoned the housewares section after obtaining curtains, a rug, and a few other small items all stashed in a bag under her arm, Sally is browsing through some of the science equipment out of curiosity.

Half-absorbed in trying to decipher the purpose of a complicated piece of equipment while walking, she doesn't notice Brennan until she nearly bumps into her.]

Oh! God, sorry, I wasn't--

[What...is...that.]

...Looking. Is that a gorilla skull?

Orangutan. Only a replica, however. As much as I would love to own a real one, I refuse to support the Kalimantan skull trade in any form.

[And the model works as sufficiently for comparative studies as would an actual specimen. It also looks just as impressive on her shelves.]

It is the first I've seen of any of my collection since arriving.

Oh. You...collect animal skulls. [Be cool, Sally; that's not that weird. Hunters collect skulls sometimes, right?] That's nice.

[But then Sally tears her eyes away from the skull and really looks at the woman in front of her, and...oh.]

Oh! You're the Freak's friend!

[...Oh, smooth. Sally flinches and glances hopelessly at the ceiling for a moment.]

...Sherlock's...friend. I recognize you from the journals. Dr. Brennan, was it?

I collect Hominidae... [But she trails off, her attempt at a correction lost to the woman's outburst. Her brows knit together and she frowns a little. Since arriving, she's met a number of people of whom the colloquialism could be applied.

It's not until she mentions Sherlock by name that the confusion gives way to acknowledgement. She smiles, a genuine smile indicative of some level of fondness toward Sherlock, and offers a hand in greeting.]

Yes. Doctor Temperance Brennan. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Aside from Doctor Watson, Sherlock has not mentioned any other friends here.

[Grateful that Brennan apparently doesn't think she's insane, Sally shakes her hand.]

He wouldn't mention me. Sergeant Sally Donovan. I'm...not exactly a friend of his; more of an colleague. He might have mentioned that he works with the police sometimes. I was hoping to meet you, actually - I hope you don't mind, but I overheard that you're a forensic pathologist? It's always nice to meet someone in our general line of work.

[Which is true. Of course, Sally also wanted to meet her to assess why exactly she thinks it's a good idea to hang around the Freak, but Sally's keeping that to herself.]

Forensic anthropologist. [The way she says it indicates the clear distinction in her mind. Distinction that also comes with a bit of snobbery. Doctor Saroyan might be an excellent forensic pathologist but overall, she does not care as much for the field.] I don't work with flesh.

[It's added to help Sergeant Donovan help understand some of the difference. There's much more, of course, but when it comes down to it, Doctor Temperance Brennan is known for her osteological abilities.]

I have had the pleasure of working with Scotland Yard, once. Approximately two years ago. I was guest lecturing at Oxford when the body of an American heiress was found. The family requested American involvement. Thankfully, my partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth of the F.B.I. was also in London at the time.

Anthropologist, right; you work with bones. Sorry if I muck up any terminology - unfortunately, it's not quite my area. [She means it. Detective work is what she's good at, but there's always room to learn more, and when her knowledge is lacking in a certain area, she definitely considers it unfortunate.]

Really? Did the case end up solved, then? [Maybe a bit uncouth to ask right out of the gate, but she's genuinely curious, having not heard of this case before.]

Of course.

[Because that's not even a question. Since Booth convinced her to work with him full time, the percentage of cases he's been capable of solving has risen drastically. She's the best in the world in forensic anthropology. It's that simple.]

Both murders did, in fact.

Sounds like you've a pretty good track record. [So says the confidence in her words, anyway.] How did you find London? I haven't had the chance to spend much time in America, myself.

I've always found time spent in your country to be very enjoyable. [Said with a grin. It was not her first time in London, nor does she doubt it would be her last. Upon return from Luceti, anyway.] Although not the Jeffersonian, I particularly enjoy spending time in the British Museum. Both as a researcher and tourist.

I do like the British Museum, but it's been ages since I've gone. I suppose you take things for granted when they're readily available. [That and having a busy schedule doesn't help, of course.] What's the Jeffersonian like? Is it as big?

It's the largest museum and research complex in the world. Government sponsored with the majority of the institution located within Washington D.C., we have more than 140 affiliate museums around the world. It is a very impressive, and very prestigious, place to work.

[But it's not necessarily a surprise if Sergeant Donovan hasn't heard of the Jeffersonian. At least, not given multiverse theory.]

Really? Funny enough, I didn't actually know it was the biggest museum in the world. I guess I'd never thought about it. In that case, I'll have to pay a visit when and if I get back home.

Yes. Although I have been told we do not remember our time here, and the time I have spent here before attests to that fact, I do not intend to allow the same mistake to happen twice.

If I am going to be kidnapped and forced into these ridiculous experiments, I want to be capable of returning home with memories intact.

If that is the case, do not hesitate to contact me if you visit D.C.

Yeah, I heard the same, but I don't think I'm going to take that lying down.

And thanks. When I get the chance, I may take you up on that.

[Her first statement gets a nod of approval. After encountering so many people willing to believe everything without doubt... it's nice to see there are more that think in a manner similar to her own.]

Have you been here long?

Just coming up on my two-month anniversary. What about you?

It has only been approximately a month for me. [She wrinkles her nose.] A month too long already.

I know how you feel. I haven't even got the hang of the bloody wings, yet. [Sometimes they still twitch involuntarily. She just counts herself lucky she tends to sit forward in chairs.]

[Hers always remain still. And she prefers it that way. That is, perhaps, the only good thing that comes with these stupid appendages.]

I do not like them. At all.

I don't suppose any of us do...

Well, statistically, someone must. But I can't imagine why.

They do not know any better. Most people accept a situation without questioning. It is... unfortunate.

Trust me; I know. But as a detective, that's not a problem I suffer from.

I would hope not.

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<small[Sally looks over the woman's shoulder and tilts her chin up to indicate the wings.]</small> D'you wonder if it says something about people, whether they choose to keep theirs covered up or not? It's a bit funny; sometimes, if I'm speaking to someone who keeps theirs hidden for awhile, I go out into town and get a bit of a fright because I'd almost forgotten about them. Don't think I'll ever get used to this place.

<small[She keeps hers covered, as any weakness should be. She could be out of commission for a week if a criminal or attacker thought to pull out a handful of feathers. Of course she wears her hair down in a slightly guilty contradiction to professional practicality, but it's not quite the same thing.]</small>

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