fandomtownies | Fly By Night, Thursday afternoon

"Jack! Where the frell are you?" Ivanova hollered as she jogged up to the shop after leaving the bookstore, then paused. "I've been in Fandom too long," she muttered to herself, before taking the more expedient method of jumping over the counter rather than using the door. Her backpack thumped into the chair and she poked her head into the Back. "Jack? Ja - Whoa." She blinked at the sight of Jack, welding mask in place, building . . . something. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but there were sticky-out bits and wooden joints and what looked like three seperate small engines. She very quietly - he hadn't noticed her yet - backed out into the shop, shook her head firmly, and settled into the comfortable chair. She briefly considered doing her homework, but instead reached into her bag and, after glancing around to make sure she wouldn't be discovered, pulled out a copy of Wife With Amnesia and began reading.