"Okay, um, if you insist, sir." Dealing with human men is not exactly Kanaya's strong suit. Likewise the handshake she steps forward to offer him has a jerky, alien quality.
"I'm Kanaya Maryam, assistant in the Department of Initiative-Transport Relations. Director Goodman sent me."
"Huh, so yer t'girl for the job, then?" His voice has more curiosity in it than anything else. The handshake from his side is firm, calloused but natural. It is, if he's honest with himself, as much of a greeting as to tell if her skin is as warm as the glowing would hint at.
"Got two kindsa work. First is easy, y'find t'missions that don't need no brainwork, like, gettin' cupcakes or something. An' see if it matches with missions what been done before. Same drop point makes t'coordinates easier. Less time wasted." He rubs his chin. "The other's takin' missions and gettin' the research for em. Drop points need somewheres obscure... so foottraffic patterns, times a day, variables like construction what were goin' on at the time."
He glances at the girl, "Either sound right for ya?"
The temperature of her skin is ordinary by human standards - if not slightly cooler, in fact. She blinks as he explains and she listens attentively.
"I suppose the first is more to my liking. I've been working with the AI on this series of chemical supply sabotage missions so I know how to distinguish between location-essential and not. Since that work can set a foundation to be reused in future, once it's done if you're satisfied with my performance could I move on to the second type of work, which sounds like it would be more ongoing?"
He nods in answer, picking up his coffee cup. The one or two long sips gave him time to think of what to do. He hadn't actually expected Saul Goodman to find and send someone quite as quickly, no matter what he'd said. Though it was certainly not a bad thing, it left one logistics question... the data. No way it hell he could let her just have a copy of it, not after so many of them got captured...
"If y'been working with AI you probably got some basics on the computer. I'm gonna loan ya a terminal, but gonna have some rules to it. Y'on with that?"
"Okay..." Kanaya isn't entirely sure of the reason for this stipulation (her own abduction, albeit one that occurred without mind control, does not come to mind) but it's not objectionable either.
She decided to play off the restriction with slight humor. "Anything to work with a larger keyboard than our tablets have again."
It gets a wry grin. "Don't know how y'do it m'self. Simple enough, no makin' copies. No pictures, no prints, no transferrin' it to y'tablet." He shrugs. "Aint nothing personal, just aint lettin' all that outta this room."
"Okay..." Though she completely believes his avowed lack of personal reason, it does still slightly depress her that in her interdimensionally unstable situation, she's not trustworthy. That's a problem to be solved after the war, IF she stays here long enough to see it, a stipulation she does not often let herself consider.
"I didn't even know printing resources were available up here what with the short supplies of everything else. I wouldn't dream of doing so now."
"They aint for t'most part." There was still always something easier to him about a print map, though that was still in one of his boxes.
He pushes back his chair and clears off space by one of the other terminals. Wrenches and parts, diagrams and instructions that were of less importance tended to find themselves on whatever available surface there was, now that there was hardly any storage that could be boasted of. There's a few minutes of typing and the screen flashes a few times before he turns it over to her.
KMaryam Please select a password. __________ Retype selected password __________
He steps aside, intent on sorting through his supply missions for some likely targets.
"I'll walk y'through the first one or two. Wont need too much on these."
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Date: 2013-11-02 02:48 am (UTC)Aint no need for mister.
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Date: 2013-11-02 03:45 am (UTC)"I'm Kanaya Maryam, assistant in the Department of Initiative-Transport Relations. Director Goodman sent me."
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Date: 2013-11-02 04:22 am (UTC)"Got two kindsa work. First is easy, y'find t'missions that don't need no brainwork, like, gettin' cupcakes or something. An' see if it matches with missions what been done before. Same drop point makes t'coordinates easier. Less time wasted." He rubs his chin. "The other's takin' missions and gettin' the research for em. Drop points need somewheres obscure... so foottraffic patterns, times a day, variables like construction what were goin' on at the time."
He glances at the girl, "Either sound right for ya?"
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Date: 2013-11-02 04:30 am (UTC)"I suppose the first is more to my liking. I've been working with the AI on this series of chemical supply sabotage missions so I know how to distinguish between location-essential and not. Since that work can set a foundation to be reused in future, once it's done if you're satisfied with my performance could I move on to the second type of work, which sounds like it would be more ongoing?"
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Date: 2013-11-02 04:50 am (UTC)"If y'been working with AI you probably got some basics on the computer. I'm gonna loan ya a terminal, but gonna have some rules to it. Y'on with that?"
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Date: 2013-11-02 02:32 pm (UTC)She decided to play off the restriction with slight humor. "Anything to work with a larger keyboard than our tablets have again."
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Date: 2013-11-02 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-02 09:15 pm (UTC)"I didn't even know printing resources were available up here what with the short supplies of everything else. I wouldn't dream of doing so now."
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Date: 2013-11-02 11:50 pm (UTC)He pushes back his chair and clears off space by one of the other terminals. Wrenches and parts, diagrams and instructions that were of less importance tended to find themselves on whatever available surface there was, now that there was hardly any storage that could be boasted of. There's a few minutes of typing and the screen flashes a few times before he turns it over to her.
KMaryam
Please select a password. __________
Retype selected password __________
He steps aside, intent on sorting through his supply missions for some likely targets.
"I'll walk y'through the first one or two. Wont need too much on these."