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[sinne]

Sounds like you're a long way from home. Ha. He has no idea.

"Tønsberg, in Norway." It's not a lie. Though it's not the whole truth, either. Not that she intends on revealing that information to him — or anyone else, for that matter. Still, it would be good to see if word has spread about what happened back there. He looks sharp, like he belongs to some kind of military order. Maybe he'll have something.

"Bucky," she repeats as he laughs, and she can't help feeling like wanting to laugh now too. "I'm Hel." Distracted, it takes her a second to realize that she probably shouldn't be using that name, if only because she doesn't want to get linked back to the stories the people of Tønsberg had come up with in the many years she'd been asleep. It's better if nobody thinks about looking at her (and her background) too closely. "Helena," she quickly adds. There, now at least 'Hel' sounds like a nickname.

[bionicstaringmachine]

There's a low whistle at her answer as his eyebrows jump a little at how far away from home she is. That makes sense now, where her accent is from. "Yeah, you're a long way from home," he says in an amused tone, the warmth in it evident the moment it comes out. He's only put in the time it takes for him to become a sergeant in the army, so he hasn't become beaten down by the war yet - that's for his days starting with tomorrow - so it's easy for him to be like this with a complete stranger. "I'm headed outta town myself tomorrow morning. England. Not as far as where you're from, but still pretty far. Guess where you were probably looking to get away from the war, I'm getting thrown into it."

Other than knowing that Norway was occupied, he can't say he knows anything about what's happening where she's from outside of what he's heading overseas for as it is. The war. He doesn't think there's anything suspicious or out of the norm in what she's said so far, since he can see why someone would wanna get away from all of that.

"Nice to meet you, Hel." He throws on a wink at the end, forgetting all about how he's supposed to be keeping track of Steve - he hasn't even realized that his friend hightailed it out of there before he took notice of Hel in the first place. "Bein' from out of town and all, you don't have a chaperone hanging around here, do you?" It's his way of asking if she has a date, if there's someone who's arm she's supposed to be on because he might be trying to get her on his for the rest of the evening. He can walk her around the rest of the fair or take her dancing, to make sure he's not letting his last night of freedom go to waste.

[sinne]

Thankfully he does the talking, because she hasn't fully grasped Midgardian geography yet, only following the trail of magic left by the Tesseract — even if it meant crossing an entire ocean into a dead end. But he does confirm that he's involved in the war, and that piques her interest a bit more. At least she has a lead now.

Not that she isn't already interested in him. When he throws in that wink, she just thinks it's cute, and when he asks about her chaperone, she gets a sense of what he's really asking. While she still has the mission at the back of her head and the ghosts of her pasts... oh, what the hell. She hasn't had any fun in years. What's one night?

"Unfortunately not. Or should I say... fortunately not?" She didn't think it would be possible for her to slip back into her old, playful self, not after everything she's been through, but her lips lift easily and her eyes gleam knowingly. "You look like you could use some fun on your last night." And she knows she's a lot of fun. She always has been. The darling of the court, the realm's favorite princess.