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There's a new addition to the nexus; a young woman in her early twenties with a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder, wearing a completely bewildered expression as well as pointe shoes, tights, and an oversized jumper over a black leotard.

She was expecting to leave her class and end up in the main theatre for rehearsal; instead, she's God knows where. After walking a little, she stops and looks around again, trying casually not to panic in a way that only the British are able; usually this involves a couple of deep breaths and muttering to yourself, but is subject to change.

"This is fine. Totally fine. I'm just completely lost in a place I've worked for years. Totally normal."

and then, at normal speaking volume;

"If there's anyone here, I'd really appreciate a hand. Anyone?"

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Following his prompt, Grace looks to the skyline and soon catches sight of the tower he's talking about. It looks a long way off, but then if she gets desperate enough to leave, perhaps it would be worth the journey.

She's unsure about Ixis, or rather what he'll expect her to do for him if she does end up going to him. That's a bridge she'll cross if and when she comes to it.

"It does, yes...I'll bear that in mind, thank you"

[ixis]

"Excellent, excellent. You're a smart girl, I'm sure. You'll find your way around, you'll take in the sights, and then remember your friend Ixis Naugus when the time comes to return home." Okay, Naug, you might be laying it on a little thick here.

"But for now, I must leave you, I'm afraid. I'm a busy man! Places to go, things to purchase, matters to research. You understand, I'm sure. But until next time, Grace." And with another grand flourish of the claw, a deep bow, the bizarre figure evaporates into smoke and drifts away on a sudden sharp breeze.

Showoff.