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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.]

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It's always better to check a cruiser before it crashes. [rey stop he isn't a spaceship] When do you want to get checked out?

[YEAH REY, he isn't a spaceship!!

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.

Thirty minutes works for me.

(( will gladly move to a log or w/e you'd prefer. 8) ))

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.]

[If she didn't have BB-9 to roll along with her and provide light from her miniature torch, Rey would surely be lost. She's traveled to and from engineering often, yes, but memorization isn't everything--there could be changes she isn't aware of, and she isn't about to get herself hurt or killed because she'd been cocky.

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?

[That's certainly a way to greet someone, isn't it? Adam glances around at the sudden motion, arching a brow over his eye shields but offering little more reaction than that to the drawn weapon.

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?

[Rey has gotten more than a few looks based on her age before, but has never let it bother her. Besides, she attributes his stare to the droid; it seems to be most people's focal point anyway. She takes a moment to really look him over, and can already tell that she's got her work cut out for her.]

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?

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