Outside a seedy pub; New London, Britannia:
Percy: If I hadn't just had a manicure, I would totally have done something about that… (to Vincent) Oh, Vincent, I didn't see you there.
Vincent (to Percy): Hello, Percy. Still stirring up trouble, I see.
Percy (to Vincent): Oh, my little boo bear, don't be in such a snit... What crawled up your tight pants wearing ass and died?
Vincent (to Percy): I'm not in a snit, hun. I just know how much trouble you have a tendency to get into, so I'm understandably wary.
Percy (to Vincent): I haven't gotten myself into any trouble… Well, I mean besides possibly accusing a lovely woman of being a clone at the end of the bar in this sleazy place… But, I was probably mistaken. I mean, she just told me to leave her alone. So, she's probably harmless right, honey?
Vincent (to Percy): Why on earth did you accuse her of being a clone?
Percy: I think I need a drink… (to Vincent) Oh… Because she looks like your sister.
Vincent (to Percy): What do you mean she looks like my sister?
Percy (to Vincent): Do I need to speak slower or use sign language, honey? She looks like your sister. Well, a younger version, anyway.
Vincent (to Percy): You mean you thought it might be another Hiiri clone, and you're just NOW telling me this? Good heavens! I think I need a drink as well...
Percy (to Vincent): I haven't been avoiding telling you. I just met her, honey. She's sitting at the bar right now. She's not acting like Hiiri. She's just drinking.
A moment later, inside the seedy pub:
Vincent (to Percy): God heavens... She doesn't looks a little bit like my sister. She looks EXACTLY like my sister. That is... Good GOD.
Percy (to Vincent): So, you see my problem, honey.
Eva (to Una): Why on earth did you run off, Eva?! It's not sporting to leave me there along to deal with mother.
Una (to Eva): Oh, sister dear, you found me… What do you want? I'm sorry, Eva. I just had to get out of there before I did something stupid.
Eva (to Una): Something stupider than causing a scene, storming out of the house and leaving me to deal with the messy aftermath, you mean? It's not as though any of this is easy for me either, sister dearest.
Una (to Eva): I know. I'm sorry. I just needed some alone time.
Vincent (to Percy): Oh my. Now there are two of them... Mouse #2 certainly looks a good deal like Hiiri, doesn't she?
Percy (to Vincent): Yes, she does… What should we do, honey?
Vincent (to Percy): I'm going to go talk to them, of course. What else is there to do? :-P
A minute later:
Una (to Vincent): Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to stare, sir?
Vincent (to Una & Eva): I'm sorry to interrupt, ladies. I truly am, but I'm afraid my--well, I wouldn't call him a friend-- my associate at the end of the bar may have upset you, miss. I wondered if you would let me buy you both a drink. By way of apology, of course.
Una (to Vincent): ... I'm sorry, but you are barking up the wrong tree. My sister & I don't have that kind of daddy issues. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a very attractive older man, but not our type... AT ALL.
Eva (to Vincent & Una): Not in the slightest.
Vincent (to Una & Eva): Ha ha ha! Oh good heavens! I'm sorry, girls, but you have me ENTIRELY wrong. I have kids of my own not too far off your age, and I've been happily married for almost as long as you two have been alive. I come here to pick up work. Not nubile young things. Honest and for true. It was an apology only. Nothing else.
Una (to Vincent): Oh well, I guess that's fine. Your "associate" is the second most remarkable automaton my sister & I have seen this week. Almost convincing. The eyes were a dead giveaway, though.
Vincent (to Eva & Una): Oh? And here, I thought it was his atrocious personality that made him obvious. You'd be surprised how many people don't recognize him for what he is.
Eva (to Vincent): We are not most people, Captain Potter.
Vincent (to Eva & Una): What makes you call me Captain Potter, hun?
Una (to Vincent): Cuz we're not idiots.
Vincent (to Eva & Una): I certainly can see that. Enjoy your drinks, ladies. I hope you have a nice rest of the evening.
Eva (to Vincent): ...Yes. Thank you. We shall. (to Una) That was certainly--odd.
Una (to Eva): Yes, it was... I wonder what he really wanted?
Eva (to Una): He was sizing us up. That much is certain. the question, sister dear, is WHY.
Una (to Eva): I-- I think I'm going to be sick... I don't know about you but I think I need sleep before I can properly process this...
Eva (to Una): Oh dear... Come along. Let's sleep at the Secret Fort for tonight. Mother will have to understand.
Una (to Eva): Lead the way, sister dear.
