video;

[nofluffybunny]

[ Because she's reminded of the technology back home, this should be easy. It's not her first time she's had to make a call using Skype, or something similar. Video is the option Chloe opts for. ]

My name's Chloe― Chloe Decker. [ She doesn't notice it, the self-conscious gesture of tucking her hair behind her ear, but she sets her jaw as she pushes on, voice unwavering. Completely the opposite to how she feels on the inside. ] I guess you could say I arrived here just the same as a lot of you have, as crazy as it seems. If no one minds answering a few questions, I'd really appreciate it.

Are there any parents on this ship, mothers and/or fathers? Did you... Are there any children on-board?

[ 'What happens to them when you agree to the contract? Where do they go?' ― extra questions she bites her tongue on. Instead Chloe gives a smile that's barely a twitch of her lips. ]

Again― thanks.

[ Obviously she's not ready to end the face-time just yet as she pauses. ]

...I had a gun and a pair of handcuffs with me. Someone please tell me this place comes with a 'lost and found'?

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[arcreact]

[ Tony meanders towards the lift at the same leisurely pace he does everything, but he's decent enough not to keep her waiting too long. Her being an attractive lady doesn't hurt his punctuality. Whatever. ]

Ms. Decker, I presume?

[ There's an easy answer to her "who am I even waiting for" question. ]

[nofluffybunny]

And you...must be Mr. Stark.

[ He hadn't made her wait that long. It had given her some time to look around and people watch. Still, Chloe did note that he was a fairly attractive man. She likely didn't need to point it out, he knew he was good looking or else he wouldn't be Tony Stark.

She leans forward, brows raised. ]

Did you bring the goods?

[ Unbelievable to hear a cop asking such a question. ]

[arcreact]

[ Truly, such lows she's fallen to. ]

We keep the goods hush hush around here. Off the network, under the radar. Think of it as a speakeasy.

[ He turns, an elegant flick of the wrist indicating she should follow him down the hall. ]

Though, in the name of honesty, way less classy.