"Aye, I expect it'd have to, to keep John Constantine's attention for so long." Though she grinned wryly, Kit couldn't help but agree with Chas' estimation of the place. It had an intimidating look to it, to be sure. But more than that, it held a sense of being oddly out of place: like some child's dollhouse that had been dropped carelessly and forgotten where it lay. She watched it rather suspiciously, as though just approaching the place would be enough to trigger some outburst of oddities.
"An' how much do I owe you?" she asked cautiously as the cab came to a stop in front of the manor; John had never, to her recollection, paid for a cab ride, but she dared not presume after all this time.
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Date: 2007-01-18 01:58 am (UTC)"An' how much do I owe you?" she asked cautiously as the cab came to a stop in front of the manor; John had never, to her recollection, paid for a cab ride, but she dared not presume after all this time.