"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.
[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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[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.]