Rochester Inn

[Sprolf]

//I'm supposing that this is a little while later, at least one day, probably more... The Doctor isn't a jack in the box. Given the consternation at the point, I'll say it's about 24 hours afterwards.//


"And for someone who stays away from Liberty, I'm sure here a lot."

It was the Doctor's voice. He was standing there, behind them, smiling. He looked a little less worn, and his lab coat was relatively clean this time - most likely because he could not abide appearing in public after the looks he had been getting. Plus, Junking was a thing of the past and it was easier to keep his garment clean. A little easier, in any case. Among other slight changes, there was a small blaster on his side that he had made an attempt to conceal, but barely succeeded.

He cast a critical glance at the man at the bar Noam had mentioned, and then moved over to the chair near Noam and Boris, sitting down with a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, I just keep randomly appearing... it's dreadfully egregious of me, I'm sorry."

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