[ Wash translates that to "I'm dealing because I have no choice" and his smile back is understanding, as well as amused how she chose to phrase it. She reminds him of home, honestly. He can't help thinking she'd get along famously with his team. ]
That's about where I'm at, too. I feel a little better out of the Safehouse.
[ It's been a few days, enough for him to be reasonably certain there's nothing in their food or water there, but he's not really sleeping and doesn't trust that there aren't bugs somewhere. Or moles. Hell, maybe Sharkface is right and this place is advanced enough to monitor them through their implants too besides location info, but that degree of paranoia would probably wreck him so he's choosing to believe it's primarily the network and Safehouse that are being watched.
They fall into step together, Wash taking slightly shorter ones so she doesn't have to feel rushed. ]
Most people are blowing their stipend on booze, I've noticed.
[ The raspberry gets a soft huff, not quite a laugh because it takes an awful lot to pry one of those out of him, but obviously more amusement. He shrugs a little, almost apologetically. ]
It's not like I'm judging, just making an observation. I saw you offer to bartend at that new place they're opening, too... is your favorite thing to drink also your favorite drink to make?
[ He may have practiced his conversation starters a little, because... well, he shouldn't discount good advice just because the source is a little iffy. Kyna can probably tell that he's not used to smalltalk, though, his delivery slightly awkward. More like shyness than anything, his cadence off like he's questioning what he's saying and then rushing to get it out. ]
Actually, yeah. In general, but especially that post since it mentioned security. I'd be better at that than customer service... turned out they'd already gotten a few offers, though.
[ She was teasing but he answers honestly, because why not? ]
I bet they could use more, you know? And yeah, usually. I like getting the weird ass themed cocktails some places do. It keeps me on my toes or whatever.
Yes. Supposed to be. It's a long complicated explanation I'd also need you to keep quiet, but if you don't mind the extra burden...
[ He couldn't say why he trusts her, except that Kyna seems honest and Wash knows he won't survive here without connecting with someone. Someone should know, too, he's definitely going to have to tell Strange if he looks into the security position, and he doesn't really want a total stranger to be the first one to know. ]
The super simple version is they weren't combat soldiers.
[ Wash hesitates, because she didn't exactly promise again, but in the end decides the first one was good enough. ]
Yes, especially during a war. But... these guys washed out of basic and wound up part of a military experiment instead. A different side of the experiment I was a part of.
Yeah. To create a new breed of supersoldier, so we could win the war. Every branch was looking for a magic bullet, and it didn't really go well for anyone.
[ He's talked about this plenty since Freelancer fell, to the point it's just facts rather than enraging, but Kyna's never heard it. And she signed up for dinner, not... this. ]
We can talk about something more fun, I didn't mean to invite you out and go straight to something so heavy.
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That's about where I'm at, too. I feel a little better out of the Safehouse.
[ It's been a few days, enough for him to be reasonably certain there's nothing in their food or water there, but he's not really sleeping and doesn't trust that there aren't bugs somewhere. Or moles. Hell, maybe Sharkface is right and this place is advanced enough to monitor them through their implants too besides location info, but that degree of paranoia would probably wreck him so he's choosing to believe it's primarily the network and Safehouse that are being watched.
They fall into step together, Wash taking slightly shorter ones so she doesn't have to feel rushed. ]
Most people are blowing their stipend on booze, I've noticed.
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At his observation, Kyna blows a raspberry, then grins up at him.]
Wow, calling me out. Thanks.
[Well... Booze and food, but hey. She's gotten almost pathologically desperate for a distraction.]
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It's not like I'm judging, just making an observation. I saw you offer to bartend at that new place they're opening, too... is your favorite thing to drink also your favorite drink to make?
[ He may have practiced his conversation starters a little, because... well, he shouldn't discount good advice just because the source is a little iffy. Kyna can probably tell that he's not used to smalltalk, though, his delivery slightly awkward. More like shyness than anything, his cadence off like he's questioning what he's saying and then rushing to get it out. ]
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Stalking the network, huh? [She says it teasingly.] Nope. I like making simple drinks because then I don't have to think about it.
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[ She was teasing but he answers honestly, because why not? ]
Nope, so your favorite is complicated?
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[ Then he grins, because weird ass themed cocktails do sound like fun. ]
I actually saw a bunch of those at stands in the carnival. If you're interested.
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[Not that she's complaining.]
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[ Who's he to judge, honestly? ]
I'm not sure anyone's ever called me a bad influence before, though. This is new.
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[Maybe it's just that she gets called a bad influence all the time, but that kind of shocks her.]
Is that good or bad?
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[ He tilts his head at Kyna. ]
I don't really know... did you mean it as a bad thing? I thought you were joking.
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[Almost everything she says is teasing.]
What do you mean, they called you other things?
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[ He's incredibly not chill. But was pretty sure she was joking, it's just lingering tension at the situation in general. ]
Oh, uh. Usually these days it's buzzkill.
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Holy shit, that's harsh. Why buzzkill? You don't seem like one to me.
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The guys I hang out with have had some spectacularly bad ideas.
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[ He misses his idiots... ]
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Aren't marines supposed to be the best of the best or whatever?
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[ He couldn't say why he trusts her, except that Kyna seems honest and Wash knows he won't survive here without connecting with someone. Someone should know, too, he's definitely going to have to tell Strange if he looks into the security position, and he doesn't really want a total stranger to be the first one to know. ]
The super simple version is they weren't combat soldiers.
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Aren't... most marines supposed to be in combat?
[Okay, she's kind of ignorant when it comes to the military, especially the Space Military, but hey. She's trying.]
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Yes, especially during a war. But... these guys washed out of basic and wound up part of a military experiment instead. A different side of the experiment I was a part of.
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[That's... a lot to take in, and Kyna hesitates, expression shifting to something more serious.]
You were part of an experiment?
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[ He's talked about this plenty since Freelancer fell, to the point it's just facts rather than enraging, but Kyna's never heard it. And she signed up for dinner, not... this. ]
We can talk about something more fun, I didn't mean to invite you out and go straight to something so heavy.
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