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There's a pond! Or a little bit of sea, anyway. It's weird.

Though perhaps not as weird as the big earth bunker. Claire met the girl who made the big earth bunker. There was sarcasm, and lots of suspicious question. Claire doesn't think she's liked much in that quarter.

But now she's nowhere near the big earth bunker nor the house with Sylar-who-will-be in it, and out by the pond, sitting near the edge as she re-reads her book on Evolution.

Mr Muggles is crouching at the edge of the pond, occasionally barking at it.

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Claire made Will match his hair,

"Um aye, milady, I'm Will Scarlett, one o''is men."

"No way," Claiure repeats. "That's unbelievable. You're the most famous outlaws ever."

"Na the most famous, milady, know we're infamous an all, just dinna understand this world. Fell 'ere from Nottingham an tis all strange an mean Robin should be famous cause 'e's a 'ero."

Claire understands about half of that, and her puzzled look shows it.

"He's the most famous," she says. "But all of you get mentioned in the movies. You were Christian Slater. Who was a really famous actor in the nineties."

Will has about the same luck with what she said, somehow they'll figure out conversation, also lots of blushing,

"Movies, milady?"

"Right."

Well done, Claire, blind him with technology.

"Moving pictures, that tell a story. We kind of invented a way of recording actors and showing it over and over again across the world."

He's just going to blink a lot as he tries to picture it before well more blinking,

"Oh aye, milady an they've done things like that 'bout us?"

"Oh yeah," Claire confirms, nodding.

She hesitates, and adds, "none of them were any good."

"But show that Robin's a 'ero, aye?"

That's what counts after all in the end, that's the truth that counts.

"Definitely a good guy," Claire confirms, and this time she grins again. "All of you."

More blushing and fiddling with his bandages,

"'e makes us better men, milady, shows us what's possible an gives us 'ope. Wasna for 'im, I'd just be a thief an na doin' 'nough for my family."

"Sounds like a good man," Claire says, then laughs.

"I can't believe you know him. That's amazing."

"'e's Robin, an I'm from Nottingham, milady so course I know an tis an 'onor servin' with 'im."

Oh guilt we missed you, more blushing, fiddling and guilt all at once, Claire gets it all.

It's kind of weird and Claire doesn't know how to deal with it.

"What's he like?" she asks. "Really like?"

"'e's Robin, milady, 'e's kind an full o'laughter an we all wish to do what we can to make 'im proud o'us."

Will's not good at describing people, he tries but its Robin, its complicated.

Claire grins. "So are you a great archer like him?"

Blushing with a smile this time,

"Nay, milady, I'm a decent archer but tis few who can come close to Robin."

"That's another thing that the stories get right, then," Claire says.

"Tell me something you don't think I'd know."

Pretty girl asking him about home, more smiling,

"Na sure, milady, um Tuck doesna know 'ow to brew properly an I'm as good as John with a staff."

"OK, those I didn't know," Claire agrees. "Is it true John joined you because Robin knocked him into the water?"

"Aye, tis true an we fight rather a lot. Me an Rob are the only ones who can fell 'im."

"Well, the stories say he was huge," Claire says.

"Go on, what other stories have you got?"

"Wouldna call 'im 'uge, milady, but aye 'e's bigger an wider then I am, but still falls just as sure as any man."

"Yeah, you must be pretty good to be able to do that," she admits, impressed.

"Well, I'm a thief so quicker then 'e can be an know 'ow to use 'is size 'gainst 'im."