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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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You might want something and think it would be easier to obtain in person / a way to gather information on people that might or might not be useful / you like talking to people

[There are a range of other options, of course, but he sticks to just three.]

I don't know you. You clearly don't know me.

Just because he assigned us together doesn't mean I'm interested in participating in this bullshit.

Okay

[S I G H

Several hours later:]

Where and when

[He's slightly surprised by the text. He doesn't find it easy to meet in person, but he knows to take advantage when he's been offered a chance.]

Does now work? I'll met wherever you want, as long as it's not the deck.

How about the enormous fucking city we're parked in?

I can't go out there.

[It's only knowing that he wouldn't be any use allows him to say that much.]

Why not?

I spent most of my life in a lab. I have a hard time dealing with a lot of people.

A lab?

Would it help if I said I have no intention of staying where there's a lot of people?

Lab for a major corporation. I was there until up to five months ago, back home.

I have a hard time even going out onto the deck. I don't think I'd be much use going nearer the city or outside of it.

[It is something he's trying to work on, but, as it is, he'd just be landing her with someone having a breakdown.]

Well I cant leave without you so I guess we're both stuck here.

Other warden can let you off the ship, but if there aren't any you want to deal with, I can let you off.

[He might have his own traps, but he wouldn't hold her in one more than the Barge already is.]

I'm good.
I'll leave with Jesus.

Is it just mental?

Yes.

Library.

I'll meet you at the door.

[He's not far from the library, so it doesn't take him long to get there. As ever, he does look like someone who'd probably have difficulty... well, in a lot of different situations. He resists the urge to pull out his communicator, and without that his focus is a lot more inward drawn.]

She hates leaving her cabin these days without a goal. (She hates being stuck in it, too.) But she's curious now, at least, and doesn't recognize the name for once.

So she turns up and when she spots him she knows immediately it's him. She's wearing her usual functional layers, hair tucked up under her military style cap, her knife in her boot.

She frowns.

"You're young."

He looks up as soon as hears someone approaching, taking in every detail. It's all very functional in a way that lines up with her texts.

"I'm seventeen." He just says it as a simple fact, as disagreement or agreement. It's not entirely accurate but he doesn't know how to count the time on the Barge, and he doesn't know how to count the time spent trapped in the lab. Seventeen or older, he looks a couple years younger.

"Rosita, right?" He's pretty sure, but he's careful about why things are obvious.

She considers him, and when she gets closer paces a semi circle just out of arm's reach to assess him. She doesn't much care if it's rude. Manners don't serve her much anymore.

She nods. "And you're Nico." Who spent most of his life in a lab but she doesn't see any visible scars. She knows that doesn't always mean anything, but it's a detail she tucks away.

"Got a favorite table?"

Nico is always uncomfortable when someone's looking at him, but he doesn't think of it as rude. Not that he's bothered about manners, beyond their use in a certain type of conversation.

"Yeah," nodding in turn. His scars are the last reason he's almost fully covered, though most of them don't stand out, either. They're all very surgical. Rosita comes from a different world. He has no doubt it's not an easy one.

"Down the end of the third row." Out of direct sight, but not so far away as to make it easy to be attacked without anyone noticing.

She glances over, nods. She's the type of person now that counts exits, counts doors; that pays attention to what her back is to, if it's breakable or solid, if it's open and how so.

That table will pass, though she likes to be a bit deeper in for herself. So she nods and heads that way.

"What's it gonna take to make you feel like you've done your job and can move on regret free?"

Nico tries to imagine what it would be like to feel like he's done his job and can move on regret free. Still, he's had his moments of feeling like he's done his job. Sometimes it can even take a few moments between completing the necessary task and the regrets returning at full force.

"I can't really look at it like that." He shrugs, or possibly just hunches his shoulders a bit higher. "A lot of us come from worlds where - you can't talk. Not when there's stuff to do. There's always stuff. It's different here. Sometimes people have a type of coffee they like. No reason not to ask the Admiral. I don't know you. But we're both here."

"But you chose to be here."

Her voice is hard, sharp, rejecting even the hint of someone trying to make out like they're all in this together. They're not. She levels her dark eyes on him.

"I don't want anything from the Admiral. Coffee isn't that important to me."

"I did."

They definitely aren't all in this together. Nico is here because he had a chance for a deal and he decided that was worth working on the Barge, well aware of what that means. He's never gone into a situation unaware of what he's doing.

He has his reasons, of course. He weighed up the consequences of his actions and made his choice. But his reasons aren't Rosita's problem.