"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon.
probably."
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
[Hearing that Firo respects her shouldn't come as a shock by any means. He said it himself that he had it for her when he was angrily stalking her goldfish.
[And yet, there is still a sense of surprise at what Nick says. Not just because of what Firo had said to her, but because of what he's said about Nick as well. How their "types" couldn't get along.]
He was worried what someone like Sato would do to people he cares about. Thinks of as family. He's just doing it the way he knows how.
[Which isn't much different from Rey's current method. She's sure that Nick can understand that much at least, even if he can't agree with their methods.]
[Nick sighs. He doesn't agree with Firo's methods, but at times, he doesn't agree with Rey's either. They're both looking out for her in an odd way, though Nick hopes Firo will think farther than two steps ahead next time he throws his lot in with someone like Sato. But hey, if wishes were horses...
He pushes a breath through his nose, his mouth stretching into a thin line.]
You wanna give this back to him? You'll probably see him before I do.
[That, and Nick is all too aware he's not exactly welcome with most of Rey's friends for one reason or another. They're family, but they're also very different people, and he doesn't want to hurt anything she may have going just by association.]
[Rey takes a moment to seriously consider something that shouldn't even be taken into such serious consideration.]
...No. Think you should do it. [She sits further upright in her seat, putting the glass down and looking to him.] If anything, maybe he'd appreciate the gesture coming from you.
[It'd be an interesting show of trust if "someone like Nick" were to return a weapon to "someone like Firo" in good faith. Nothing would be solved if she continues to play the middle role.]
[A pause. He knows she's right, and trusts her judgment, but:]
I don't want to muddy up whatever it is you've got with this guy by getting in the way.
[Some other kind of family, if Firo views her as such. Nick knows he's close with Muscovy, after all, and the kid has some ties to Rey he's not willing to let go, for better or for worse.]
[As her hand connects with his arm, Nick's eyes flick to her. For someone most folks would see as a machine or a cop before a family man, he sure spends a lot of time worrying about that family of his, even if it only consists of one person. He's just not sure what he'd do without her, and he doesn't know if he can handle that kind of loss again. Maybe it is easier to wall those emotions up, like Rey used to, but then he'd be missing the one thing that makes him more human than most synths. He might never pass for a fellow of flesh and blood, but his compassion helps others see past that.
Well, save for himself, sometimes. He sets his hand atop hers.]
All right.
[He gives her a sober kind of smile, one that barely tugs at him.]
But if Sato ever comes looking to join this family you're cobbling together, we're gonna have a talk.
[It's true that Nick might never pass a blood test, but he's human enough for her. Human enough for a lot of people to see him for what he is -- his own person.
[Finally, she manages a small smile. Her fingers squeeze over the sleeve of his coat.]
Damn. Here I was about to invite him into the neighborhood for dinner.
[Because Firo would be equally as thrilled by that as anyone else would.]
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I'm frankly surprised he agreed to work with me at all. Good thing he's got a lot of respect for you.
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[And yet, there is still a sense of surprise at what Nick says. Not just because of what Firo had said to her, but because of what he's said about Nick as well. How their "types" couldn't get along.]
He was worried what someone like Sato would do to people he cares about. Thinks of as family. He's just doing it the way he knows how.
[Which isn't much different from Rey's current method. She's sure that Nick can understand that much at least, even if he can't agree with their methods.]
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He pushes a breath through his nose, his mouth stretching into a thin line.]
You wanna give this back to him? You'll probably see him before I do.
[That, and Nick is all too aware he's not exactly welcome with most of Rey's friends for one reason or another. They're family, but they're also very different people, and he doesn't want to hurt anything she may have going just by association.]
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...No. Think you should do it. [She sits further upright in her seat, putting the glass down and looking to him.] If anything, maybe he'd appreciate the gesture coming from you.
[It'd be an interesting show of trust if "someone like Nick" were to return a weapon to "someone like Firo" in good faith. Nothing would be solved if she continues to play the middle role.]
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[A pause. He knows she's right, and trusts her judgment, but:]
I don't want to muddy up whatever it is you've got with this guy by getting in the way.
[Some other kind of family, if Firo views her as such. Nick knows he's close with Muscovy, after all, and the kid has some ties to Rey he's not willing to let go, for better or for worse.]
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[She shifts, leaning over to take his forearm. While she knows it's an unnecessary gesture, she also knows how much it means.]
You're not going to "muddy up" anything. You're as much my family as they are. They'll have to deal with that if they want to make this work.
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Well, save for himself, sometimes. He sets his hand atop hers.]
All right.
[He gives her a sober kind of smile, one that barely tugs at him.]
But if Sato ever comes looking to join this family you're cobbling together, we're gonna have a talk.
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[Finally, she manages a small smile. Her fingers squeeze over the sleeve of his coat.]
Damn. Here I was about to invite him into the neighborhood for dinner.
[Because Firo would be equally as thrilled by that as anyone else would.]