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[lostsoldier]

[ His is generic American with a hint of Southern, and his gaze doesn't waver. Not a challenge, but a certain comfort with hostility. ]

What do you want?

[ She's laid out her inventory; he isn't interested in doing the same. But there's a secondary implication, too — if she wants something, he might be able to get it. ]

[eidetics]

[It's an interesting question. Her can of soda isn't worth enough for what she actually wants, nor does she think he's capable of getting it for her--she wants her laptop, she wants technology she's familiar with and doesn't have to start from square one to hack into. She's been working at the encryptions on the network, has made some progress in understanding the coding but it's still different enough to slow her down.]

I want access to information that isn't bullshit. [She sets down the data pad to punctuate that, because everything she's looked at today? Mostly useless. Interesting enough to keep people busy, keep them quiet, keep them wondering about the culture if they care about that sort of thing. Lisbeth doesn't care about the great literary works of these people.]

I also want a taser and a gun.

[lostsoldier]

[ A beat. He studies her for half a moment, then nods, pulls his feet off the extra chair, and sets his datapad to the side.

Right now, he has exactly one of those things — in threefold, but still, guns being in short supply, he's not eager to part with any of them for a can of Coke. He is, however, interested in developing a working relationship with someone intelligent and industrious enough to get frustrated with the confines of the environment so quickly. And he's not without a few MacGyver-esq skills. ]

Taser. Contact, not projectile. I can have it to you tomorrow. [ He could have it to her today, but he prefers to be underestimated. ] For the Coke and two cigarettes.

I get the feeling cutting the bullshit will take a little more time.

[eidetics]

[It's rare that someone immediately holds her interest, but he's managed. Lisbeth is still wary, doesn't know enough about him to feel comfortable yet but this is the first useful exchange she's had since she arrived.

She slides the Coke down the table towards him, leaves it for him to take.]

The cigarettes will come with the taser.

[lostsoldier]

[ His non-mechanical arm reaches over to scoop up the can. He doesn't open it, though, just holds it in his hand and lifts it as if testing the weight. A slight, satisfied smile spreads across his lips. ] I miss the bottles, you know? Heavier.

[ ...The bottles that Coca-Cola started phasing out in the 1950s, yeah. What. ]

Tomorrow, then. [ He taps the table with one knuckle and takes his data pad, headed for the exit. ]