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Frederick was back behind the bar.  On arrival, the old man gave a curt little nod to Zell who returned the gesture with a bounce of his eyebrows.  Frederick's assistant was sent off to other duties.  As Zell drank from his glass, he caught a visual of gold in his peripherial and looked in time to see a blue cape and blonde hair disappear up the stairs.  Zell sighed and turned about to his lean back against the bar with glass in hand.  Only him and Fenna were left, but the Dutchwoman soon decided to be off aswell.

"Back to work I guess," she said to him as she made to leave.

"Alright mate," Zell nodded.  "Catch ye later, yeah."

He absently watched her go until Frederick, who was buffing down the bar with a rag, piped up.  "And then there was one."

With a smirk and a slight turn of his head, Zell acknowledged the barkeep, but his mind was soon back on MacKensie.  He was deciding wether or not he should try to speak to her.  There was a chance he could make things worse (Zell being Zell, this chance was not insignificant) but at least he could say he tried.  The Englishman had lived his life boldly.  The very opposite of risk-averse.  But here he was, stumbling, fumbling and bumbling.

He finally came to a decision.  "You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take," he said to himself - a phrase not uncommon from his mouth.

He took a deep draught of his ice water and put it down on the bar, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and headed for the stairs.  He arrived at MacKensie's room and knocked on the door, deciding against calling out, as he knew that she may not even open the door if she knew it was him.  When she opened the door, he knew he'd have to be quick.

"Mac, can we talk?  Please," he asked, ready to put his foot in the doorway so she couldn't slam the door in his face.  "Come on, doll.  We can't go on like this.  It's killin me - not being able to have a laugh with you, like normal.  The banter between you, me n James is half of what keeps me sane in this shitshow."  His one-sided grin was soft, hopeful.  Anything but the usual cocksure.  "Everyone's gone.  Let's just talk."