[An indoor market, she's been told. But a modern one, and so far modern was a lot louder than London ever got. It's bright out here in all of the lamp light. Shoving her hands in her pockets, the young woman walks toward the entrance, looking up at the neon sign in wonder.]

How do they do that, d'you know? Make the light all sorts of colors and shapes?

[She's not stupid. But incredibly out of time and place.]

Oh! Is that a cigarette? I've never seen one in person- can I try it? [She looks up at Billy with a sweet smile. If he says no, he'll probably find himself without the whole pack in a matter of minutes.]