1st Shot | Accidental Video

[mr_wing_tip_shoes]

-fucking small to be a computer. And it's a phone. I don't see a dial anywhere, dollface, an' I think you're pulling my leg.

[The feed first picks up black gloved hand, obviously with no real idea of what the hell it's doing on the tablet's screen. It pulls away to show a very bewildered and scowling male face. The more preceptive will notice his clothing seems a little dated -- waistcoat over a dress shirt and a fedora he removes from his head just then and sets aside.

A second voice pipes up, female and obviously barely holding in some serious frustration. ]

I said it works like a phone, Niall. I never said it was one.

How else do you expect me to act when you say it's like a phone?

Did you ask the Inititative anything at all? Or did you just ogle the woman greeting you.

[ Niall rolls his eyes and a lady comes into view -- and oh look it's Aileen, sporting an over-sized sun hat and looking the exact opposite of impressed with the guy in front of her. ]

I don't need to ask anyone anything. She was very forthcoming with the information.

Oh, I'm quite sure.

So much so I didn't even have to say a thing. [ In comes a slow, sly smirk after that. Hmm, how mysterious.

Apparently that mystery is wasted on Aileen, who's not batting an eyelash. There's a short pause where she just... stares, expression stern. But eventually she moves closer into view, sitting down next to Niall with a long-suffering sigh. ]

Here, I'll show you how to work the settings.

Damn. Still a frosty bitch even in The Jetsons, eh Turquoise?

About how many times have I told you not to call me that?

What? I told you it fits for a hooker. But as we were saying, this tablet doodad 'works like a phone'. So. You giving me your number or what?

[ What a charming guy. Aileen rolls her eyes and hikes an eyebrow at him, but forces a smile just long enough to lean in and tip his chin up with a finger. ]

Why? You still need a babysitter? [ Aaaand rejected! She stands up and moves out of view. Somehow he's probably not gonna be getting that help with the tablet now. Here, have a nice close-up of his exasperated glaring face. ]

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[bearswitness]

[ He lifts a hand, glances up to be sure she's not flinching away, and traces a finger carefully over those scales at her arm. Huh. Interesting. He's seen things not unlike this before, of course, because he's seen a lot of things, but he can't ever remember being close enough to touch.

He's left briefly with the conundrum of trying to figure out how to tell her that he prefers this look on her, but it doesn't last. Both hands lightly find her shoulders, protective and fond, and he cocks his head to the side and smiles. It's in the eyes, of course, and in a warmth not usually there. ]

[seamend]

[ It's a little surprising-- he never struck her as someone to be so open with physical contact, but the warmth of his hands is far from unwelcome. The smile is much more surprising, giving her a struggle to just... say something in response. Nothing comes right away except a smile of her own tugging up the corners of her lips. ]

I'm. Glad to know I haven't frightened you off!

[ Its the first, lame thing that comes to mind, and she feels a need to make up for it. Before she can decide better of it, she steps in for a hug; a small, happy sound catching at her throat. ] You are... a good friend, Eshkol.

[bearswitness]

[ Whoa, okay, hug, that's a little foreign. He goes still, arms awkwardly stiff at his sides, and decides to wait it out. She's probably wrong about the friend thing, but hey, if she wants to do this kind of thing she's welcome to it.

He'll just be standing here. Patiently. Awkwardly. ]