But then he'd have to do something about her prone body.
Okay no wait, do nothing at all with said prone body. She's better off being left to the mercy of public hoodlums and miscreants than whatever Deadlock might do.
The sarcasm comment gets an eyeroll; are there a lotta those going on in here or is it just her?
"...if I break something it won't be this gently," Flashpoint mutters, trying to be on her best behavior anyway because even if she talks petty she tries not to act it, not in the ways that really matter. So she's all business now, optics on his wrist and conveniently avoiding eye contact. She'll make a guess on the panel location, querying her database of schematics for comparisons, popping the catch and pulling the cable with surprising delicacy given how rough those hands are.
"How much of you is custom?" she asks as readies to mate the cable to the pad's port, because she's pretty sure she knows mods when she sees them, even if they aren't models she recognizes.
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Okay no wait, do nothing at all with said prone body. She's better off being left to the mercy of public hoodlums and miscreants than whatever Deadlock might do.
The sarcasm comment gets an eyeroll; are there a lotta those going on in here or is it just her?
"...if I break something it won't be this gently," Flashpoint mutters, trying to be on her best behavior anyway because even if she talks petty she tries not to act it, not in the ways that really matter. So she's all business now, optics on his wrist and conveniently avoiding eye contact. She'll make a guess on the panel location, querying her database of schematics for comparisons, popping the catch and pulling the cable with surprising delicacy given how rough those hands are.
"How much of you is custom?" she asks as readies to mate the cable to the pad's port, because she's pretty sure she knows mods when she sees them, even if they aren't models she recognizes.