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Pullo returned to his room after his shift had finished, divesting himself of the station security uniform and plunging himself into a hot shower in hopes of waking himself up a bit after the drudgery of the past few hours - broken up only by a visit from the effervescent and scintillating Amy Pond. Dressing in an altogether more casual outfit, he contemplates himself in the mirror briefly - gods, he needs a haircut - before selecting a bottle off the shelf and preparing to pour himself a drink. Just as he's about take that first lovely sip his door chirps to tell him someone's arrived.

He grins.

"Well, there you are, love," he comments upon opening the door to find Amy there. "I was wondering whether you'd forgotten about our little plan. Glad to see your appetite for mischief is still high."