[Oblivious of the tit twisting occurring, he can only take her words at face value. In the mean time, however, he scowls at the screen a moment before adding.]
And don't count this as any reward, you hear? It's on a good point rather than a dumbass action. You could have talked to us and not gotten your ass beat and in jail too.
[You can almost hear the cranky DUMB KIDS between the lines.]
Look for what its worth, they didn't hurt none of us, and some a them went without t'keep us eatin'. As far as jackshit dumb kids, coulda been worse. Just pissed me off proper and put m'work schedule back.
[The message comes in around ten in the morning-- or what passes for morning in their present location. Lunar days are quite different from Earth days, after all.]
This is Walter Dornez. I have a few questions for you when you have the time. I've been getting mixed messages in regards to how I ended up here and would like to get my information straight.
Contact me at your earliest convenience.
THIS CAME UP IN A THREAD SO I AM TOSSING UP ACTIONSPAM IN THE MIDST OF FINALS WEEK...
In the afternoon on December 5th, 3313, there was a lull between batches of temporal programming work that led Kanaya to ask a question that had come up incidentally in a recent network debate.
"Vennett, I've actually been wondering..." She hesitates a moment, as typical on Earth for a grave topic. "What do you know about the Royal Family?"
[The answer isn't long after, minutes at most. In that sweet spot of the morning where most of the Transports are barely awake and most of his work is mostly done.]
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