Year: 1947 - Timeline B
Place: Edinburgh Waverly Railway Station, Edinburgh, Scotland
Dialogue: Dani and the office secretary, Beth
Time: Four hours since Beth managed to flirt with a guard to get Dani off the naval base
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Dani: "I will resist you until my last breath. Maybe I'll yell to bring over the conductor."
Beth: "No need for you to do that now, Dani. Let's talk about a few things."
Dani: "I have nothing to say to someone who is holding me at gunpoint. Knife point too."
Beth: "So, Danielle is a common girl's name as of right now, and I presume in the future."
Dani: "I don't know what you're getting at. I'm going to stop talking- figure it out yourself."
Beth: "Written here in the laptop is that your nickname is Dani, but your birth name is Danielle."
Dani: "I, as they say, will neither confirm or deny anything. You won't get a thing from me."
Beth: "When Miss Jones came in with high heels and a dress that fully showed off her legs-"
Dani: "Wait. Who is Miss Jones again?"
Beth: "You wear ladies' clothes, have a lady's haircut, right?"
Dani: "No matter. You won't get another word. See, 'The Force' runs strong in my family."
Beth: "Initially, they thought you were a woman that liked..."
Dani: "I’m breaking my vow of silence to ask who is the ‘They’ you are referring to?"
Beth: "It means learning-”
Dani: “I’m… forget it... you probably wouldn't grasp what that means in this time and place."
Beth: "That's true, I don't grasp your words at times, and soon we'll be in another place."
Dani: "Soon? How soon until we get to Orwell's vacation spot? We've just left the station."
Beth: "However long it takes I've been trained to remain alert for hours Dani."
Dani: "Trained by which people? The same 'they' that decided I was interested in women?"
Beth: "Being a secretary is my cover story. You keep sayin' whatever comes to your mind, love."
Dani: "Miss not-really-a-secretary, I can't sleep. I give you permission to ask me anything."
Beth: "Okay, Dani, from what I gather you'll be cutting off the hands of a Mr. Gerald Orwell?"
Dani: "I'm not going to cut off his hands! I need DNA from George Orwell, not Gerald!"
Beth: "I don't know about D.M.A. It sounds like a military term. Why from his hands?"
Dani: "Actually, that I don't totally understand. All I know is that it has to be from there."
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