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[ex_cashcow493]

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Forward dated after The Hermit

[ The restaurant that Saber chooses to work at is an unique one: high class and popular with the socialites of Prospero. It shouldn't come as a surprise to any who know this to see her walking down the street back to the hotel in her snazzy black suit.

Completely drenched as the rain continues to pour down around her. These things really can't be helped, can they? ]

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Is there any way to find information about someone who's recently arrived in this place?

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[ex_cashcow493]

Does one not use water to was--

[ Saber knows when to cut her battles short. This one wasn't going to get anywhere, so she'll go along. Because it is canon that she's whipped by strong females. ]

Up on the top floor. Not one of the honeymoon suites [ Although she's sure Archer would help with that if he found out she was hiding in a tiny room. ] but the normal ones facing out towards the streets. It is ideal for watching.

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[naildelay.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, one usually does, but that looks like dry cleaning. Also, that is a lot of stairs.]

Okay. You'll have to tell me the number when we get up there. [And she's off again.]

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[ex_cashcow493]

[ Dry cleaning... yeah, I suppose someone ought to teach her about that. ]

Of course. [ Following her with ease, she remains silent after. Being pulled and pushed around by a girl was something she was use to thanks to the Fifth Holy Grail War.

For a moment, she almost misses Rin Tohsaka. ]

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[naildelay.livejournal.com]

[Stairs! Lots of stairs! Syd now has a new hatred for them.]

All right. Top floor. Room number?

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[ex_cashcow493]

[ Even though they just ran a bunch of stairs, Saber doesn't have any shortness of breath. There's no words spoken as she points with her other hand to the nearest door, indicating it as her room. ]

There. [ A pause. ] Are you tired now?