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you said he was worried, that's all
did i miss anything?

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worried about you, but okay otherwise.
lot of the same. did i tell you about the casino we tipped over?

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no
tipped over how?

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the way you tip one over. house doesn't like it if you win too much

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is this some ocean's eleven shit?

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is that a movie?

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yep
have you seriously never heard of ocean's eleven?

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don't think so, when'd it come out?

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like
2001? before i was born

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jesus christ, when were you born?

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2004
i'm 27
when were you born?

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1971. wasn't 2031 when i left, though.

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what year was it?

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2015

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well, we both might as well be mummies here

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i dunno about you, but i'd be long gone. jungle doesn't tend to leave a lot of mummies behind.

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they don't usually like to leave bodies laying around in nyc either
what are you doing right now, anyway?

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talking to you

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wanna get drunk with me instead?

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red wings or someplace else?

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let's go with someplace else

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gimme a spot, i'll meet you there.

[ since, you know, being at red wings probably also means being around a bunch of people telling her how worried they were. ]

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[Bingo. Plus, she doesn't really want to get uncomfortably and possibly emotionally wasted with an audience of people she knows and works with. Sounds like a nightmare.

Unfortunately, Red Wings is her main hang out spot, so she has to pick a place mostly at random to send him a ping.]

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[ She picks someplace close to where he's been lounging in a rooftop garden he's definitely not supposed to be in. So he climbs down a building, as you do, and he's just about there. No big deal, it's fine.

It's not a bad place: not as well-kept as Red Wings, but not as dingy a dive as most of the other bars he's wandered into since his arrival in New Amsterdam. (Sometimes he's not in the mood to deal with Red Wings' clientele, either.) By the time Kyna gets there, he's sitting at the bar with two beers, an eye on the door so he can wave at her. ]

Over here--got a drink for you.

[ First round's on him, Kyna. No promises on the rest of 'em. ]

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[It's nice to be somewhere a little more dive-y, actually. Kyna plops down beside him, taking the beer gratefully. She's already talked to Ian, so she's already a little emotionally wrung out.

She looks different, though—her hair's halfway down her back and if he's observant, he might notice a couple of new scars on her arms.]

My hero.