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Felicity also jumps at the sudden voice from behind her, whirling around to face it. She also had a few reflexive responses to stimuli, but hers were more precautionary than anything. See who it is, then if you have to hit the floor, do so. Quite simple, really. She did have a small derringer in her pocket, but she didn't trust her ability to hit anything with it and reserved it for desperate situations only.

But there didn't seem to be any threat from the woman who'd just appeared. She was more startled by Gunsinger's reaction, actually. Firearms suddenly being aimed tended to have that effect on her. She glanced from him to the other girl for a moment, not quite sure what to do.

As soon as she realizes there was no actual threat from the woman, though, she attempts a smile in her direction. "...Good afternoon," she says somewhat lamely, unable to think of anything else. It's sort of an awkward situation for her. She doesn't think Gunsinger will actually shoot the new person, of course, but there is still a gun aimed in her direction. That must be somewhat startling.

*gunsinger eyes her up and down.... and glances quickly at the broom.... before he finally uncocks the hammer of his revolver and re holsters it in a single fluid motion.. he tips his hat to her*


Sorry Ma'am... its been a long day


*he bends with a grimace and picks up her broom... holding it out to her at arms length*


...Didn't mean to startle you so.

Felicity watches Gunsinger for a moment, then shifts her attention to the woman. She seemed nervous.. but then, who wouldn't be? Felicity smiles slightly in an effort to seem friendly. She wonders if she should also apologize, but decides against it and decides to go along with whatever new conversation gets started.

"Actually, I've been coming here every once in a while for about a month now... At least, by my time. I think Mr. Gunsinger may have been here even longer.... Is that right?" she asks, looking at him. "It's a guess." She'd only based it on what she'd been able to gather from various conversations.

I daresy we've just been missing each other then .. *Maggie tries to smile politely at him, but it comes a bit more naturally as she nods to Felicity*

My name is Margaret... Margaret Dowling. *she curtsies again out of habit as she introduces herself to them both* Most e'eryone here calls me Maggie, though. I am from Ainsford, in England .. year of Our Lord fifteen hundred and sixty-eight ...

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Dowling... Maggie," Felicity says, somewhat glad to meet another person from the past. The future at this point was still... well, futuristic for her. The past was a bit more fathomable, even if it was by a couple of centuries.

"I'm Felicity Lockhart," she said, "and currently it's May of eighteen eighty-seven where I'm from." She was beginning to get used to this sort of introduction.

Just as she had introduced herself, though, another person appeared behind her. She didn't notice him at first, but eventually turned around, spotted him, and just... stared for a minute. Of course, it seems to be someone from the future. Just as she was thinking about how nice it was to not be dealing with anyone from the future at the moment.... Oh well. Besides, she was staring more at the fact that there seemed to be metal.. in his face. It may have been a future thing, but she was still rendered speechless momentarily.

Pleased te know ye, *Maggie returns, and then adds, realizing* Ye're from quite close tegether in-- *but she cuts off at the appearance of yet another newcomer*

Oh, good heavens ... *This face is not only unfamiliar, but only partly human. Maggie bites her lip, eyes going wide all over again. She tries to contain her reaction - surely she's seen more frightening things in her time here.* Ehm ... that is ... good day ...

Felicity blinks, realizing it's rude to stare, and glances at the table for a second before attempting a smile and nod in greeting. "Good afternoon," she manages, trying to sound friendly. It's still quite shocking, but she doesn't want to be impolite.

However, she begins fading out seconds after saying hello, so her first impression is just that. She starts to say something else, possibly a goodbye, but it's for the most part inaudible as she disappears entirely.

*Maggie watches as the only person who was both fully human and not pulling weapons out vanishes away. She's not sure who of the remaining two makes her more wary . . but at the look Gunsinger shoots at Andrew, she begins to suspect it's the former*

Ehm ... and I'm Margaret ... Maggie. *she curtsies a third time, trying to act normally in the hopes of diffusing things.* Are ye .. are ye new te this place as well ... ?