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Miia was frightened.

It wasn't a good feeling. For every scary thing that had happened to her since coming to Japan, none had truly rendered her as afraid as being boxed into a small room, a synthetic voice telling her she couldn't go home. At first she had thought she was being deported, and for what crime she didn't know. Ms. Smith surely would have come for her if that was the case, and her Darling would have fought for her, but as much as she called out...

As much as she called out, or banged her fists on the door, or beat her tail against the floor, Darling didn't come. Her love wasn't rescuing her in a blaze of gallant glory as he had when Draco had forced their advances on her, or when that terrible couple had harassed her, or when she had nearly drowned in Mero's pool.

He wasn't coming. He had to come for her, but he wasn't.

If she hadn't believed in him so strongly, it would have felt like a betrayal.

The most frustrating part was knowing the other girls were with him somewhere. Papi and her childish charm, Centorea and her quiet nobility, Mero and her subtle sensuality. They were with him and she wasn't, and if she wasn't there he may pick one of them as his bride. It made her teeth bare and her scales itch at the thought. She loved him the most, she was his first guest, she was the one who deserved to marry him.

By the time the door opened she had worked herself up into such a jealous frenzy that she nearly flew from her little prison, ignoring the little bits of machinery she had been instructed to take. She slid down corridors, thumped her tail in irritation over every second that passed in the elevator, and when the door slid open she all but bulleted down the next hallway, careless of where she was going.

No matter what that stupid voice said, she needed to find her Darling. And she needed to find him now.

[Miia has arrived, but is in some pretty strong denial. Find her anywhere on the station, frantically searching for the love of her life.]

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Jack had finished for the shift and his tools were put away. He was on his way to find some food when a pretty little creature all but ran into him. He could tell it was an accident, she seemed awfully distracted.

"Hey, hey," he said, catching hold of her just as they collided so that neither of them would fall. "Are you okay? Are you...oh, ok. No pants. Tail. Interesting. Are you okay, though?"

Miia hadn't even noticed the man until they collided, her focus breaking off into a sharp gasp. He was tall and handsome, American if she had to guess, but he was a stranger and a human, and she reared back out of his hold and coiled herself into a tight ball while raising herself up to look bigger, to be taller. "I have to go home!" She insisted, drawing her hands back from where they had landed on his chest and to clutch them to her own.

Glancing from side to side her ears twitched. There were too many sounds, too many smells, and she couldn't hear or find her Darling anywhere. "I have to-- I have to find my Darling. We can't get married if I don't find him!" For all she knew Ms. Smith had already found out who had sent the threatening letter and Darling was selecting his bride. He could be marrying Mero for all she knew, right at that moment.

She couldn't let that happen.

New arrival. Great. She'd probably gotten out of quarantine and taken off running, only to be stopped by him. He could smell her panic and desperation, taste it like brine on the tip of his tongue- so stong it burned and made his mouth water.

"All right, all right, but you need to stop. I need you to listen to me. You're not wherever you came from and he's probably not here. And, sorry to break the bad news, but there's no going back," he said as gently as he could manage. "I'm Jack. Why don't you tell me your name?"

He was nice for a human. Nice the way her Darling had been, and the bittersweetness of it made her heart clench and ache. It didn't matter if she couldn't go back, she had to. Maybe her Darling didn't know it, but he needed her as much as she needed him, and she needed him with all the breath she carried in her body. Knowing he was gone and out of reach, likely in the arms of one of her rivals, made her chest too tight to breathe with her seething jealousy and the pulse of love in her heart.

"Jack-san." She murmured, clutching at the simple shirt she had been covered with. She twisted the fabric between her fingers. "My name is Miia." She told him, worrying the fabric with her hands. "I have to find him. We're supposed to get married," she protested, slowly lowering herself from the defensive height she had pushed herself to. "I-- I can't-- we're meant for each other. I just know it. I can't marry him if he's not here."

"You know, people do turn up. He might come," he replied, offering her some hope, however futile. He had Ianto, after all. And Sabine had that guy, so it wasn't beyond reason. "But, Miia, you're not going to do any good charging around like a maniac. Why don't we get some tea and just breathe a little, okay?"

She bristled when he compared her to a maniac, her tail twitching and thumping at the ground in agitation. But as offended as she was by the remark, she was also soothed by the idea that even if her Darling wasn't there now, there was the chance he could be soon. She only hoped that he arrived quickly, before he could fall for Mero's charms or Centorea's simple loyalty, or any of the other girls and their deceitful wiles. He needed to marry her, and the only way that could happen was if they were together.

She was even willing to concede that it didn't need to be in Japan.

"I don't want to be alone," she admitted, twisting cautiously closer, her tail looping in around his feet but not quite touching. "I wanted to get married."

"Miia, there's no reason to think you're alone. Hey, you've got me," he said with a cheeky yet charming smile. He was tempted to touch her now that the brine taste had dissipated, but he thought better of it. As much as he would have meant it to be comforting he was all too aware even the most casual touch could be misconstrued.

"And, you know, maybe you're not getting married today, but that's okay, right? Come on, let's have some tea. There's a great little vendor just over there," he said, pointing to an open common area full of the safety of a crowd.

It could easily be argued that she should hesitate at accepting him, if only because it had just been a day prior that she had been lured away by Draco. But as reckless as it was, as likely silly and imaginative, she almost hoped that Jack turned out to be a bad human. If he was wretched and awful then her Darling would surely appear to save her, and he'd whisk her away aloft in his arms like a knight saving his princess. It would be the fairy tale romance she had always wished for, and he would surely make her his bride and give her more babies than they would ever be able to keep track of.

She nearly cooed and sighed at the lovely daydream, and her head tilted as she calmed.

"Tea," she agreed, her tail twitching and slowly uncoiling from the anxious knot she had wound herself into. Sliding closer she cautiously tucked her hand into the human's elbow so that he could lead her to his tea vendor. "Do I have to re-register, now?" She asked meekly. "I don't have any of my papers for the exchange."

"I think that having been in quarantine you're all the registered here that you'll need to be," he assured her. That seems like such a smal thing to worry about, but maybe it was a bigger deal where she was from.

"Come on. There's a vendor just down this way. I'll buy you a cup. But you'll be able to buy your own...to some degree. The chip in your hand has your credits."