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[diamondhack]

devan.isha@cdc.org
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[diamondhack]

Yes I know how those get, unfortunately.

[She stole enough from those types.]

Likely not, but that should be no surprise. Many of us aren't quite human here or at least they're particularly skilled humans.

[worthyourwhile]

Fair enough. Means I don't got a clue what they're really capable of, though. Luciola at least uses some kind of ah, spear thing. Neither of them know how to shoot a gun, neither.

[Other problems (not her problem, but if it was easy to fix then why not?).]

I'll let 'em know who their benefactor is. The quiet one's the grateful type, at least.

[diamondhack]

Fantastic. I suppose I'll have to see them in action to know what they can actually do.

[It's easy to make someone learn something new...

No it's not. Hopefully they're willing to learn.]

[worthyourwhile]

I'm sure you'll get the chance. Not like this place has given us all that much time to sit on our heels.

[She'd seen them in action already, and they just got here. Of course, action was relative. Used them as human shields more accurate.]

Get a chance to test your new toy yet?

[With a pointed look towards the dagger.]

[diamondhack]

No. Warriorhead seems very stressed or disturbed, I'm not sure if to ask for the upgrade yet.

[It would be unwise, she thinks, to ask when he's coming back from... whatever he did.]

[worthyourwhile]

He's certainly missing.

[Which is all she's got to say about it. He'd been right and wrong and right again but didn't even have the good grace to be here to see it. Not like it was anything she figured he felt he owed any of them.

She held out her hand, expectant, bag at the ready to drop the blades in.]

Thanks again. I'll personally kick their asses if they fuck them up.

[diamondhack]

[She drops the knives in gingerly.

At her comment, she smirks hard.]

That almost sounds as entertaining as it would be. Don't try to steal all the fun.

[worthyourwhile]

Oh, well in that case, I'll be sure to extend you an invitation if I do end up having to teach them a lesson.

[She zips the bag back up sharp and swift, business complete.]

Thanks again Isha.

[diamondhack]

You're welcome. Have fun.

[Though from the tone of her voice she's expecting the horrible, schadenfreude kind of fun.]

[worthyourwhile]

Oh, I plan on it. Nice doing business with you, Isha.

[Sharp smile, all obviously and openly wicked. She didn't think Isha would mind, much. Then she dipped her head the slightest version of farewell before making her way back out into the world. One down, one to go.]