♪ EXEC_07/. ♫

[fallbythesword]

[There's a short little reyvateil chilling on the beach, sitting up under a palm tree. There is a box of cookies sitting beside her, and a data pad (that any Freelancers may recognize) in her lap.

She looks... a very forced sort of blank, right now.

She scrolls through the info on the data pad, frowning thoughtfully through most of her time spent looking down, but every so often that frown turns a little dark - moments when she can no longer read something she could before, when data seems to be missing, when she spots an inconsistency that wasn't there before... She's pretty sure she knows what this means, as it relates to this place and its... machinations.

And she doesn't like it. At all. ... How dare they. How dare he? No. Not him. Just... them.

That forced stoicism remains as she reaches for one of those cookies, unwraps it and gently nibbles at it, still flipping through the data pad. Some might call it obsessive, the way she's going through it over and over and over. She wouldn't care.]

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[pocketspace]

[ As soon as Clear spots Jacqli, two things come to mind. The first being that wow, that data tablet feels so... outdated? In Clear's world, everyone uses holographs over screens, so he hasn't actually seen a screen in... ever, actually. He's never seen a piece of technology looking so outdated.

His second thought is that she looks so lonely and that she could use a friend. So Clear takes it upon himself to stand behind her chair and lean over to see what she's up to. ]

[fallbythesword]

[She knows he's behind her, but he isn't saying anything so she doesn't particularly feel like looking up. ... ... ... but when he leans forward to read over her shoulder like that, she sits a little straighter, rolls her eyes before closing them, putting on an air of annoyance.]

Reading from behind someone like that is pretty rude, especially when you don't know them personally.

[pocketspace]

I apologize, Miss! I just wanted to see your antique!

[ Yes he... called the data slate an antique. ]

[fallbythesword]

[She blinks at the "antique" bit - but honestly, after the initial "buh?" reaction, it doesn't surprise her. The data pad is certainly not antique to her, just different. Not at all from her world. Their technology pretty much went in an entirely different direction. priorities!! But that doesn't matter. Clearly this person is from some sort of high-tech reality. ... Maybe he might be interesting after all.

Though she does wonder what's up with the mask. Hmm.

She closes any files she's been thumbing through before shifting her position to actually face him.]

So, this isn't like what they have in your world?