Winchester: Bloody hell! Lord Wilkes is an utter, bloody tool!
A short time later, on the streets; The Tombs, New London, Britannia:
Fiona (to Winchester): Bloody hell, Fox! If you want to talk to me, goddamn talk! Don't pull me into an bloody alley. I almost shot you!
Winchester (to Fiona): Sorry, firebug. It looks like the senior Wilkes is sending me abroad. My ride leaves tonight.
Fiona (to Winchester): Oh? Well… Hell. I'm guessing you're none to pleased about that. Watch your arse while you're overseas. Still doesn't explain why the alleyway, lovely.
Winchester (to Fiona): ... I think Wilkinson knows you're staying at my place, which is why I'm being sent off. If I don't come back I just want you to know that I have enjoyed our time together immensely.
Fiona (to Winchester): Ah. I see. That kind of mission, is it? Shit. Sorry I got you in trouble, Chess. I enjoyed it too. Not many who can stand my company this long. I mean that as a compliment. Don't know what kind of compliment it is, but there you are. Exactly how long do you have before you leave?
Winchester (to Fiona): About eight hours or so. I'm supposed to take the last airship out of the dock. I'm being sent to good ole Mother Russia.
Fiona (to Winchester): Oh goody. Bloody fucking Russia. I suppose eight hours is enough for a proper goodbye. Come with me, then.
Winchester (to Fiona): Yes, ma'am.
