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her cheeks burned. frozen stiff from the hailstorms that seemed to pelt down upon her from the scottish heavens above as though to say, “you were wrong to come here”. or at least, that was the indication she got as her eyes blinked and tried to rid themselves of the ice that rested upon lashes. not that she could curse it. no, it had been brianna’s choice to make it here. and that meant fairing the weather. no matter how much it made her want to turn back and escape into the comfort and safety of her mustang. besides, soon, hopefully soon, she’d be within the comfort of lallybroch. greeted by an estranged aunt and uncle and hopefully welcomed. still, that was a way away and for now, brianna decided to take her rest bite in what she could only assume was a pub. pulling her hat lower, the redhead fixed the attire she had on her, breeks and all, before hunching slightly. it’d been her plan from the beginning; to welcome the facade of a young man in these times. safer still than a young woman.
stepping inside the building, she moves through the small groups of people before settling next to the fire that roars and heats the entirety of the room and stretches her painfully cold fingers before the flames. “do you happen to know if this is a bedsit?” she starts then to the man next to her, never lifting her eyes, barely showing her face. voice dropping just enough to try and be passable. “or perhaps where i can find the owner?”