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[There's very little preamble before the network gets an earful of the distinctive, raspy tones of a certain ex-cop. Guy sounds like he smokes his cigarettes and eats them too. He also doesn't sound exactly comfortable to be speaking on the network, but anyone who's met him in person in the past few days knows that that forced impassivity is kind of his thing.]
I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.
[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.
There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.
[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.
And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.
Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]
I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.
[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.
There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.
[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.
And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.
Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]
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i've mostly worked on starships and droids
but i could figure out cybernetics no problem
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You seem really sure of that.
[Adam, on the other hand, doesn't sound so sure. He ain't either of those things!!]
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[But it's not like he's really got much to lose by keeping his options open, so – why the hell not? ]
You one of the people working over in engineering? [i.e. is he going to think about heading to the labs, or making a house call (so to speak?)]
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-> voice; private
Well, won't hurt to try.
[And here he switches over to a private setting, because something something ever-vigilant.]
To be honest, I'm not really sure if anything needs to be done. Most of me feels like it's working, but– [and his voice darkens, despite himself] I've got a reason to believe that something might be wrong.
[A pause, like a verbal shrug.] Just getting a few opinions. See if anyone catches any red flags.
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Adam had said it wouldn't hurt to try, but with every metaphor like that one, he's starting to have second thoughts. That said, he does an admirable job of totally ignoring that line!]
The sooner the better, as far as I'm concerned. [Stark's got him in the evening, so...] Thirty minutes and I can make myself available.
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Over at engineering, then.
[They won't be alone, but he does have a "keep away" look about him that should keep them mostly unbothered. Does she even need tools, equipment, for this? Anything specifically from the science department? It's all a little arcane to him.
But he'll be waiting outside engineering by the appointed hour, arms folded, looking pretty unmistakably like a guy who'd asked for assistance with cybernetics. Without the Moira standard-issue on, the only other gear he has leaves him with both machine arms exposed to the shoulders – what little light there is in the hallways reflecting off their sleek, black surfaces.]
action! this is fine for me
Besides, she isn't such a fan of the darkness.
The little droid's flashlight glints off some strange metal and her staff is instantly in her hands--but then she sees it's a man and yeah, wow, those sure are some cybernetic arms. She's brought alone her little tool kit, and her fingers are already itching to get a look. She lowers her weapon and inclines her head in greeting as she approaches.]
You're the one looking for help?
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People are on edge. He gets it. Nothing personal.]
Rey, right? Jensen. [A name, offered by way of explanation and introduction, all at once. He doesn't offer a handshake or anything to go with it – he's not especially given to social niceties to begin with, but something about Rey catches his attention first.
Specifically, the fact that she's what, 18? 19? Practically a child, either way. In spite of himself, he stares for a couple of seconds before his attention's drawn to the droid by her side, his gaze easily felt even from behind the lenses covering his eyes. Must be one of her, so at least she's probably not exaggerating about the robots and the spaceship work. Maybe there's weight behind her claims after all.]
Wasn't sure if you'd need to use anything in engineering, but– [He indicates the toolkit in her hand with a nod of his head.] Looks like you came prepared. Not going to be in the way here or anything, are we?
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Yeah. And no, I think we'll be fine. BB-9 can keep the light up.
[The droid whistles in affirmation and settles herself next to the wall as Rey approaches him.]
I don't even know where to start. Any suggestions?