[If Claire ever thought that Hell's Kitchen was dark and gloomy, it had nothing on London in the 20's, apparently. The smoke keeps on making her cough, but she's made her decision, now. She's trying to be as low-key as possible, wearing a pea coat to hide most of her clothes, a long, flowing skirt peeking from underneath.
The docks are busy, loud, and Claire pulls her hood over her head, ducking workers as best she can as she makes her way inside a warehouse. She has no idea why, but she kinda hoped Alfie would be right there, waiting for her.]
Alfie? [She calls out softly, looking around the shadows.]
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The docks are busy, loud, and Claire pulls her hood over her head, ducking workers as best she can as she makes her way inside a warehouse. She has no idea why, but she kinda hoped Alfie would be right there, waiting for her.]
Alfie? [She calls out softly, looking around the shadows.]