broadsword_babe

Mark had left Alexa back in Spain still recuperating from her fall. He hadn't been completely sure about leaving her in such a way, and with whatever it was playing tricks on them. But once she had heard that this Quinn, another Immortal and once Boudica herself was willing to meet, she had urged him to go, telling him any that any chance of finding a clue to curing his curse -- that didn't involve Azazeal -- was worth a couple of days apart. Besides, she joked that their 'ghost' would soon get bored of haunting them.

So, he had arrived in England and taken the train straight from the airport into London and getting a cab from the station to the museum. He was dressed in his usual jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt and walked into the Great Court. His long-legged, marching stride, which often frustrated Alexa so much, carried him easily towards the café.

He spotted her sitting there, sipping at her drink and clearly watching for him. Reaching her, he drew up another chair and sat down across from her. "Interesting choice of venue. Somewhat fitting, wouldn't you say?" His gaze rested a moment on the torc before rising to meet hers with a small grin. "So, does that mean I should call you, Highness or something?"