IC CONTACT // ATARAXION

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How was the trip?

[ To Arima, she means. ]

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First time I've busted anybody outta somewhere and brought them back to a POW camp.

[That's what he's been told this boat used to be, anyway.]

Besides that, well. I'm a fan of shore leave. You didn't go?

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Somebody had to keep an eye on the place.

[ Or that's her story. A beat, then: ]

Bring me anything?

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I couldn't remember if you had a sweet tooth or not.

[No hesitation, he just settles into the game.]

Do you?

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Sometimes.

[ What, like she's going to give you clues? ]

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Then maybe I got something you can save for when the mood strikes.

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Am I paying for this, or are you sharing?

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I've given girls candy before, you're the first who's checked if they need to pay. The future sure must be something.

[And if this were someplace familiar maybe he'd take payment in a turn around the floor. But so far as he knows, everyone's displaced here and no one's much in the mood for dancing (which is funny, because when the bombs were falling you took the good times you could get)]

How about a little of your time. You got questions, you can ask them then.

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My partner sets a bad example.

[ Literally. Natasha hums again, the sound kind of hard to discern in its point. ]

Sure.

[ A tsk. ]

But if you had played your cards right, you could have gotten that for free.

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[And he laughs, soft.]

But would I have got a smile?

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[ Careful, soldier. ]

Come find out.

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[Not at all his M.O.]

Just tell me where.

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Seen the holodecks yet?

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Not yet, but I can find them.

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There's one on floor twenty-eight.

Meet me there in ten.

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It's a date.