[ she's pale and tired and could honestly use a nap in the medi-unit to heal her back to baseline, but daisy's stubborn and bitter on top of it, so she hasn't. the worst of it is that someone's shaved off all her hair, but she's doing her best to hide that under a slouchy knit cap.
her best isn't very good, though. jyn's promised to pick her up a wig from a fancy shop after work tonight. ]
Long story. Not exactly a fun one to tell. [ she shrugs, reaching for the bag. if she's not supposed to eat chips and queso, too bad. she wants to. ] I used to have superpowers back home, this robo-AI asshole lied to me and said he'd help me get them back if I did him a favor, turns out all he wanted to do was cut out my implant and put it back in to teach me a lesson.
[ Nate's seen a lot in his line of work, but stuff like this is so far beyond his ken it's not even funny. He wishes there was something he could say, or do, to improve the circumstances, but when it comes down to it he simply doesn't have the vocabulary or experience. Which means this is as good a time as any to start getting some.
He seats himself on the sofa next to her, elbows braced on his knees. ]
...so wait, he took it out and put it back? It's still there?
Mm. ( the verbal response may not be the most elaborate, but the lazy nod she offers around a mouthful of chip and dip might do the trick. if not, either way, she'll follow up once she's swallowed, offering: ) Double the fun, I guess. Surgery to take it out, and then another one to put it back in.
( her attitude might be a little too laissez faire to be sincere. it's a weird coping mechanism. conceal, don't feel. )
I had a theory that there was some kind of power inhibitor coded into our implant. It's been done to me before. Apparently not.
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her best isn't very good, though. jyn's promised to pick her up a wig from a fancy shop after work tonight. ]
Long story. Not exactly a fun one to tell. [ she shrugs, reaching for the bag. if she's not supposed to eat chips and queso, too bad. she wants to. ] I used to have superpowers back home, this robo-AI asshole lied to me and said he'd help me get them back if I did him a favor, turns out all he wanted to do was cut out my implant and put it back in to teach me a lesson.
[ again, asshole. ]
I was wrong. This is what I get for it, I guess.
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He seats himself on the sofa next to her, elbows braced on his knees. ]
...so wait, he took it out and put it back? It's still there?
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( her attitude might be a little too laissez faire to be sincere. it's a weird coping mechanism. conceal, don't feel. )
I had a theory that there was some kind of power inhibitor coded into our implant. It's been done to me before. Apparently not.