[Vastra groans and sighs irritatedly. She doesn't want to live in a hole that smells of blackened synthetic fiber and burned hair. Her first thought is to contact Natasha, however Vastra seems to recall that she had left for a time to stretch her legs. Or she was going to leave... Vastra can't remember and frankly, doesn't want to inconvenience her amidst any preparations.]
Perhaps if I could find a place for my things I could stay mostly out of the way in your spare room.
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Perhaps if I could find a place for my things I could stay mostly out of the way in your spare room.