OOMM: Data and River in London

[ol_yellow_eyes]

[OOC: Continued from here.]

It had been going so well.

What started as a casual evening stroll through Highgate Cemetery in 19th-century London somehow turned into a flight for their lives. Data did not know why they were running, only what they were running from-- three rather large human males, who seemed quite angry about something. He had also caught glimpses of weapons in their possession, namely a pistol and what seemed to be a horsewhip. (He might have wanted to observe them more closely if he had not been so concerned for River's safety.)

She knew the city better than he did, and she was the one who suggested they take advantage of the city's sewage system.

And that is how they ended up here.

Data turns to River finally. "Now that we are no longer in immediate danger, may I ask why those men might have been pursuing us?"

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[hell_in_highheels]

River is grinning like a mad woman, which she just very well might be. They're leaning against a cobblestone wall while she catches her breath (damned android doesn't seem to be winded at all), and listening for the clatter of hobnail boots on the cobbles behind them.

She speaks in a hushed whisper. "Oh possibly this?" She digs her hand in her pocket and comes up with a filthy rag. It's quickly unwrapped to show a rub the size of an egg. "The Star of al Aziz. Stolen from the embassy two nights prior, never to be seen again. Alas." She flutters her eyelashes at him.

"I raided their stash before they could make the hand off. That's what they get for picking such a public spot, hmm?"

She flashes him a cheeky wink and stuffs the gem back in her pocket.

"Now, come on. We're not out of the woods yet. I think -- this way is north."

She's almost right?