[Video]

[una_persson]

[On screen: a handsome woman with chestnut-brown hair and grey eyes, wearing a tailored tweed blazer over a plain blouse. She smiles, offers a little wave in greeting; when she speaks, she has a crisp, cut-glass British accent.]

Hello. My name's Una Persson. I'm a new arrival—just accepted a post as a Travel Agent.

[A beat; her gaze flickers down for a moment.]

I've been here before, but you'll have to forgive me; my memories of that time are hazy at best. Something to do with the trans-temporal travel. [She says, as if this is somehow strange or a surprise to her, which it so very much isn't. People don't need to know everything about her.] So for all intents and purposes, you may consider me a complete newcomer.

Comments

[timesbureaucrat]

You again? [Narvin sounds vexed, but then, he often sounds vexed. (But he remembers their previous bickering even if she doesn't.)]

And what do you mean, your memories are effected by trans-temporal travel? I've been a time traveller for five hundred years and I've never had such a problem. Your time machine must be an antique crate that puts out huon radiation worse than a Dalek energy processing plant.

[Given a new opportunity to make a good first impression...and Narvin blows it.]

[archeologue]

[Oh la la. Belloq puts on a charming smile.]

Welcome, Miss Perrson. I am Doctor Rene Belloq, archaeologist. I don't believe we crossed paths before.

[vengeance_driven]

Hey, I remember you. But maybe I have less time to judge. You wear the years well, though.

[most_feared]

It's a pleasure to see you again, ma'am. I hope you've been doin' well.

[folkscallmewander]

[Did Wander talk much to Una? He doesn't recall being too close to her, but that doesn't stop him from waving excitedly at the camera feed.]

Hey, Una! Glad you're back! We really missed ya, y'know? I'm Wander, and I'm really hopin' that we can get together more often this time!