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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[almightythirst]

[ Some of Joel’s antics might feel familiar to Ashe like that. If they’re not something he’d done at some point, they are things he would have feasibly done as a member of Deadlock. ]

You been keepin’ up with me in the papers or somethin’? I’m mighty flattered. Never knew I had a fan.

Never been good about knowin’ the right people, but I am pretty good at makin’ a getaway. Not good enough to escape off a ship in the middle of the ocean though. So I’ll be good.

[ He tilts his head a little, regarding Ashe with a curious-yet-calculating sort of look. Trying to read her. ]

There a reason you’re so worried I’ll get into trouble?

[cashe]

[ She picks up on that look, it's one she's well familiar with when the leaders of the gangs get together and she discusses business with them. So she does what she does during those meetings, keeps her face completely neutral. Try and read that face Mr. Morricone.]

It ain't like that, so drop the paranoia. I'm no more a fan than an enemy.

I just...I got bad feelin' on this ship and I'm offerin' a friendly suggest to be careful.

[almightythirst]

[ Jesse hums, considering her words even as he continues to watch her. She’s got a good poker face. Means she’s used to people sizing her up, more so than any heiress he’s met before.

Interesting. ]

Paranoia is what keeps me alive. Not about to drop the habit now, but… I’ll keep that mind anyway.

[cashe]

A sentiment I appreciate. [ And now she really has to go deal with the discomfort of him losing his memories on top of B.O.B. being gone. It's gonna be a long month. ]

One way or another good luck.

[almightythirst]

You too, Lizzie.

[ A wink, and then he's gone, the feed cut. ]