[It's the scene of her betrayal. An unlikely place for the two of them to finalise their own plans, but he'd allow it's less crude than discussing business in bed. As Grace well knows, none of his people will see them here. If any of hers do, she can say he imposed himself on her plans for her day off.
She's still short one Lewis machine gun and enough rounds to make a stand. Tommy didn't warn her about that, nor did he tell her that he'd be breaking Freddie out of prison. It had to be done. He can't very well be a man in love and deny Ada her similar happiness. If he loves, so should they all. He can be that soft.
He'd like to keep the last gun, but he doesn't want Grace to be held accountable for its absence. She's a woman, so she'll have to do Campbell's job twice as well to reap half the reward. Since the gun has already served a purpose, he's more amenable to giving it back. She has only to ask.
He's never visited a museum before. In the natural course of things, he's not sure when he would've. Perhaps a lifetime from now, when he's an obscenely wealthy patron of the arts, as all wealthy people should be. It's much how he'd imagined. As quiet and sacrosanct as a church. Like a church, he's having trouble looking past the architecture to see what he's meant to see. Art and his nascent appreciation for it makes him feel a push and pull inside. Polly likes to characterise it as his mother and father fighting.
There aren't many visitors to this section, and to those few he wouldn't look amiss at a cursory glance. He's a man in a fine suit who mainly betrays his class by speaking, and he doesn't speak without reason. Under close scrutiny, he does look somewhat rough from the events of the day. He's tired and yet, importantly, not shot.]
Can we drink in here? I'd have brought your champagne if I thought it very likely.
this belongs to that one AU.
She's still short one Lewis machine gun and enough rounds to make a stand. Tommy didn't warn her about that, nor did he tell her that he'd be breaking Freddie out of prison. It had to be done. He can't very well be a man in love and deny Ada her similar happiness. If he loves, so should they all. He can be that soft.
He'd like to keep the last gun, but he doesn't want Grace to be held accountable for its absence. She's a woman, so she'll have to do Campbell's job twice as well to reap half the reward. Since the gun has already served a purpose, he's more amenable to giving it back. She has only to ask.
He's never visited a museum before. In the natural course of things, he's not sure when he would've. Perhaps a lifetime from now, when he's an obscenely wealthy patron of the arts, as all wealthy people should be. It's much how he'd imagined. As quiet and sacrosanct as a church. Like a church, he's having trouble looking past the architecture to see what he's meant to see. Art and his nascent appreciation for it makes him feel a push and pull inside. Polly likes to characterise it as his mother and father fighting.
There aren't many visitors to this section, and to those few he wouldn't look amiss at a cursory glance. He's a man in a fine suit who mainly betrays his class by speaking, and he doesn't speak without reason. Under close scrutiny, he does look somewhat rough from the events of the day. He's tired and yet, importantly, not shot.]
Can we drink in here? I'd have brought your champagne if I thought it very likely.
[He's already gathered they can't smoke.]