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"Not one of my finest moments, I have to admit," Elizabeth grins, slightly sheepishly. "I do normally read everything I sign. But yes. Interesting is certainly the correct word for this school."

With a rueful roll of his eyes, Geoff says, "Oh, trust me. I know all about signing this you shouldn't. And I have to admit that this place confused the hell out of me at first, but I'm starting to realize that it's an experience I wouldn't trade for the world."

Elizabeth giggles slightly. "So, how did you end up here, Professor?" she asks. "If you don't mind me asking, that is."

"I don't mind you asking, Elizabeth, but I'm afraid I can't give you a very good answer. I don't really know myself. One minute I'm walking down the road outside London, the next minutes I'm here. I keep meaning to get the Doctor engaged in a discussion on it, but I think he thinks it'll be too much for my brain to handle." Geoff chuckles, and takes another drink.

"Yeah, I've got friends in The Doctor's class, and also doing an independant study in advanced math. Any time they want to talk about it, I just have to start humming loudly," Elizabeth grins. "Temporal science is not my sort of thing."

Laughing, he answers, "Well, it certainly isn't my sort of thing either. But I still think I'd like to at least have an idea of what happened."

He suddenly looks as though a thought had just occurred to him, and he grins broadly. "I went for a ride in a space-ship a few weeks ago. That was fascinating."

Elizabeth laughs. "I have to admit that space travel is fascinating, yes," she says. "Not that I've done it," she adds on after, very quickly.

Nice try. Geoff raises an eyebrow. "You're going to have to learn to lie better than that if you're going into politics, Elizabeth. So here's where I get to be nosy again. Why do you want to keep it a secret?"

She sighs. "Because it's classified by the USAF?" she asks hopefully. "I keep slipping up at the moment; I'm too relaxed."

Nodding, he replies, "So...what is the 'USAF'? And what sort of classification do they give to travel via space-ship?"

"Sorry... it's the United States Air Force. Basically the part of the military of this country which uses, as the name says, flying machines to defend and attack. Planes and such. Not so much space ships. As for space-ships themselves, the line is that they do no exist," she explains.

Geoff leans his arms on the desk, leaning forward and listening with interest. "Flying machines, but not space-ships. How are they different, then? And how can it be claimed that space-ships don't exist when it's obvious that they do?"

"The Air Force uses airplanes, which can only travel in the atmosphere," Elizabeth says. "As for space-ships... this island isn't exactly normal, and from where I'm from, it's pretty much only a few select who get to go up into space in space shuttles."

"So, the space-ships are from some other place, or some other time." He nods, accepting Elizabeth's explanation. "But...your government has them, they just don't want anyone else to know that. I think I can understand the need for secrecy, in that case."

Smiling, he adds, "Don't worry. I won't say a word about it."

"Something like that, sir," she smiles. "And thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll file that away with the topics not to discuss around Elizabeth, lest she forget the things she's not supposed to know." He grins.

Elizabeth laughs. "Hopefully that list of topics won't grow too long," she says. "I enjoy talking with you, Professor."

"I enjoy talking with you too, Elizabeth. I'm glad you came by today." He grins, saluting her with the coffee cup. "And not just because of the coffee."

Elizabeth smiles. "Anytime, Professor. I usually bring CJ a cup each morning. Spreading coffee is always a good thing."

"I'd never had it before coming here, but I'll have to say it's addictive stuff. But the conversation's worth far more to me than the coffee. So thank you for that as well."

Elizabeth grins. "That it is. And you're very welcome."

"May I ask you a favor, Elizabeth?" He says with a grin. "Outside of class, don't call me Professor. It makes me feel like an old schoolmaster or something. Geoff will do fine."

Elizabeth blinks, and then smiles. "Of course," she says. "Geoff."

"Thank you! Chaucer's fine if you feel uncomfortable with the idea. I just...I'm not a professor. It sounds strange to hear it."

"I think I can manage Geoff," Elizabeth smiles. "It's just slightly odd having teachers so relaxed around you."

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