"No, I cannot!" Owen places his hands on his hips, and he taps his foot on the metal grate. "You don't happen to have a translator anywhere." He knows he doesn't exactly deserve one for being a total wanker.
"Fttf, looking smart?" Owen looks himself over, a leather jacket, an English football shirt, and a pair of black jeans was normal. "I look smart, I was going to watch a footie match at the local pub." It's when she asks him his name; he finally looks back up at her. "Dr. Owen Harper."
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"Fttf, looking smart?" Owen looks himself over, a leather jacket, an English football shirt, and a pair of black jeans was normal. "I look smart, I was going to watch a footie match at the local pub." It's when she asks him his name; he finally looks back up at her. "Dr. Owen Harper."