**Somewhere south of Brundisium, on the Genesian Road**

~I make sure my solemn is behind me and gripping me hard as I turn the big black to race to help the men as they clash then new threat.. There is only about six of them in this wave, but arrows are blindly being shot at all of us, and with skilled Raider combat tactics and the remaining smoke , we cut these men down quickly as they were not ready for men on foot and swooping, galloping kaiila's ..

I then sweep back around and see you handing out water and as I approach , the Raider next to you takes a stray arrow through the left eye and drops like a sack of suls..~

"Come on girl .. Up here !"

~We are among the last to leave and I see Budo helping the Healer and racing off as I ride up , my kaiila's foot crushing the Raiders skull by accident..

And I reach my big left arm and hand down to you~

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Optical translators. She'd had little in the way of choice or options about her arms and her leg, but she refused to let them touch her eye. At least for now. She may need to ask for a translation.

A brow lifts, at the wild approximation of time periods, a glimmer of amusement in blue eyes. "The oughts, Echo. Though I can confirm they were also shaking hands in the 80s and 90s." Since you still haven't taken her hand, she will shake yours - the warm, confident handshake of a woman that is a professional handshaker. If you do the math, that still makes it 80 years - but she can't make that sound amused, not yet.

"A margarita would be lovely, Echo, thank you." And she does notice the face you make at the mention of Irvine, but only looks amused.

Frankly, Irvine's been an ass to you. Hopefully the reminder she can do the same to any paramour of his will soften him a little towards you.

Haven Darling -

You are generous, is what she'd say. Social graces, she has. Perhaps too many of them, given how she's relying on them to keep up appearances.

Any person who was that for you is a person she wants to know. Which is why she'd requested it, and only once she could ask you, not send the message through Irvine.

"It's a lovely name, but so is Haven." She has no actual attachment to either name. Simply the person beneath it.

There's a moment where some of the loss she's feeling, how lost she feels, surfaces with that question. "Anything you can do is likely to help, dear. People are what I need most, and so far the only ones I know are you, Irvine, and his crew. Introduce me to people, show me the city, spend time with me as you can? When you can. You and Echo's safety is paramount."

You asked, so she'll answer. There's no expectation in her tone, no pressure tonally - she's carefully leaving her voice and body language free of that. A moment's hesitation before adding, "I do wish to ask for your help on some specific connections, but they are for the Thelas, more than me."

"I'm glad you are staying somewhere safe. I only know some of what has been released, and I have avoided anything about you or Echo. I want to get to know you from you, and what you're willing to share. That's not a choice I'll take away from you." If you've been wondering what she knows, that will hopefully answer it. Not a great deal.

Of course, it makes sense you might recognize them.

"It probably is," she agrees with regret. "I'm going to need to take self-defense classes all over again, and I get the impression that is of limited use with the enhancements that are readily available now." A measure of independence would be nice.

Also, Echo Fenix - darling, she was married. Do you think she's going to be scandalized by a kiss to the cheek?

She can see the ways you respond to each other. She'll sit when Haven Darling does.

"If there is something I can do to help you two, please let me know."

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Laughing and playing along, "I knowww. But don't feel badly, you're not the first gargantuan mime to be misled at college. Tale as old as time." You start to get up as if you're going to actually help her vault the hedges and she squeaks, palming her chest and then dissolving into laughter as you sit back down.

She's relieved as you settle back in your chair, since she doesn't think her dress is the right garment for getaways and she's hungry, so she ought to eat before making her great escape. Her gaze drifts to the rose on the table and she reaches out to touch the plastic cone with a fingertip, nodding about how miserable a place the world can be sometimes.

You say that it can help if you have someone with you to make the days bearable or fun and she doesn't look up as she speaks softly, "Or they might make them unbearable and difficult."

She shakes that off and her smile is back as you admit you can eat a little. "You probably had an entire cow before you came out tonight, and maybe a vat of soup and then you ate through someone's entire garden and.." she lets her voice trail off as she grins.

What occupies her time besides work? She laughs, "Well, that's a mean question, Devlin." Her answer is incredibly lame, "I don't do much besides work. I work out, I have some very close friends I make time for whenever they'll have me. I run my business and a nonprofit and I usually babysit once a week for the best kids in the world."

Sometimes she collapses in cafes from not eating all day because she gets distracted.
Other times, she throws darts with hot guys who turn her head the wrong way.

And sometimes, she says yes to guys who blatantly ask her if she'll go out with them anywhere as long as it's not bungee jumping.

"What about you? When you're not taming wild jungle beasts?"

Hearing that soon we would be on the move once more the backpack is repacked and slung upon her shoulders, pale skin had that tinge of pink to it from the kiss of Lar Torvis and she had covered her arms with the loose dust to try and give it some protection, gathering up her long mane she twists it and secures it with bone clips so it didn’t get in the way , Master REDWOLF had mounted his beast so syn ensured she was where she should be near the Raider she had been travelling along side of.
Dark orbs watched as the Men finished packing what they could in saddle bags and then the bright orange glow began as the flames devoured what was left.

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Gentlefolk Rollicking Syllogistically

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He lets out a silent gasp at the talk of not dating mimes, to which he snaps his finger. "That's not the line they told us at mime college. Get all the ladies. Invisible tug-a-rope or going downstairs gets their motors running. I knew it was too good to be true." He laughed and then started getting up at the request for bouncing over the hedges before then settling down into a more serious moment.

"To quote a classic line, and movie, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." His smile softens somewhat at that as he eases back into his seat. "Life can get busy and hectic and, oftentimes, the world can be a downright miserable place you know? So, having someone with you that can make the days even a little bit bearable and fun and give reason for the next day isn't so bad. The work or other obligations will always be there doesn't mean you have to do them alone. This is, of course, said by a man who hasn't dated in a while so what do I know?"

He grinned though and submitted the order on the tablet before setting it back in it's place "My mom always said I had a bit of the devil in me, I always thought that was funny given my last name. I try to tip the scales the other way on the off chance it means something in the end." His gaze follows to where her hand sweeps and he laughs loudly.

"I can eat a little, yes. That's okay what we don't finish we can tuck under our arms and run for the shrubbery." He laughed and connected his hands together before him. "So, Ms. Mei, outside of looking very lovely and having a wonderful sense of humor, what do you do when you aren't out dating giraffe riding devilish men?" He smiled rather curiously. "There's work, but what other things occupy your time?"

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Going to the office, pulling out a bottle, putting my feet up, maybe a nightcap will help.

Jesus' first miracle, Paul recommended it for the stomach's sake, and dear David praised God for it in the psalms, for "it gladdens the heart of men." It gladdens women's hearts too.

**Somewhere south of Brundisium, on the Genesian Road**

~The driver steps back and I dash at him , cleaning slicing his hand off that was holding a gladius with a diagonal downward slice, and the take his leg off at the inside of where the thigh and hip meet..

"Damn I could questioned him .."

Then the two seem to find something, as one says near the back.. "Theres a big shipment of salt back here hidden under some blackwine beans !".. and the other near me add.."And look here Boss , some scripts from Bazi merchants .. They're alternate shipments and Not ours.. Heading to Ar.."

...Voices from my men alitle that a second group is engaging the back of us ..

...A grimaces across my face as I step back to the opening , pushing the canvas back, I shout out more orders~

"Leave what your bags can't carry, and burn the rest .. Everyone retreat to the south !"

~I shoulder the bag of scrolls after the Raider hands them to me and I go find my kaiila.. He has a few cuts , but still looks healthy and my slave is very glad to see me as I mount up~

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Going to the office, pulling out a bottle, putting my feet up, maybe a nightcap will help.

Jesus' first miracle, Paul recommended it for the stomach's sake, and dear David praised God for it in the psalms, for "it gladdens the heart of men." I gladdens women's hearts too.

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moves to the fridge and gathers 6 water bottles and pads towards the cells..............placing 2 fresh water bottles just outside of each door including mine

back to the kitchen i take a large bowl and fill it with every type of fruit that i can fine that can be eaten without utensils and moves back to eh cells............placing loads of fresh fruits beside each set of water bottels.

takes the bowl back to the kitchen and washes and drys it...........places it back on the shelf and walks slowly back to the main room.

stopping i look around and nod my head hoping Miss PM will be satisfied...........

a deep breath is takne and i crawl back inside.......turning to place the lock inside the hasp and clicking it shut.

(whispers).............than You Miss PM for letting me out for a while.

reaches for one of my bottles of water and downs most it as i lean back on the rear wall of the cell and catches my breath

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As you have been every time she's been around you, including the first when you'd only just woken and were taking in a whole new world for the first time, you are the epitome of grace. While she'd suspect that Echo having his face completely covered would be discomforting to you, you don't show it. Then, you simply ask about shaking hands, which makes her smile, those blue eyes turning to look up at Echo next to her.

The way she greeted you is enough of an exception that Echo will probably comment on it later. Though, probably not in front of you. Before Echo, she was... an entirely different person, in so many respects. Or at least what she allowed the world to see was very different. Echo changed her.

Pasha is more than fine.

Quietly, with a shake of her head as you look at her apologetically. There's no need for that.

I imagine so. Is there anything I can do to help with that?

Genuinely offered, though she has reservations about her ability to follow through on it. Protecting Echo is her first priority. Always, but even moreso now. Also, keeping herself safe. There seems to be no end to Paz's data release, for her or anyone else.

We have a safe place to stay, but since the data release, things aren't as easy as they were before.

You tell her that you have an escort and she catches their gazes as she takes a sweep around the room. Also, a couple of them look familiar, people she's passed on The Zan.

It's probably for the best.

Echo attempts to guess your age and she tries not to laugh as he waits for your lead on what to do with his hand. He's nervous, and she steps in closer to him, sending a message.

Echo Fenix

.:You don't need to be nervous, mi amor. She's totally chill. Ask her anything you want.:.

Yes, she can tell.

Even in the desert, they could go see the stars, watch the sunset, watch it rise. In fact, those things are better and easier than if they were in Night City. Sometimes, she does miss their apartment though. It's the first place that ever really felt like home to her, at least that she has a clear memory of.

In truth, she'll likely be Haven to herself for a long time, if not forever. It's the name she chose for herself, it's the one that means something. It's not a name from a mission or a call sign or a number. It holds meaning. But, she knows that she's also Pasha. To Kristen and to Irvine, especially. So, she's trying to take it on too, but it still feels foreign to her, feels like... not quite her. But no one in Port Sovereign called her Haven. Not once. Like she truly was this whole other person.

You make a face and she bites the inside of her lip to keep from laughing. Irv is warming to you, honestly. Though she doesn't know that he ever completely will. Seems unlikely.

Mmm... a spicy margarita actually does sound good.

When you lean in, she instinctively lifts her hand to touch your hair, the way she does so often when you lean in to kiss her cheek. But you don't. Even then, her fingers linger for a moment. She doesn't think it rude at all. Then again, she answered the door for Irvine Locke wrapped in the comforter, even when they knew it was him at the door. A kiss to her cheek certainly doesn't feel like too much.

But when you go off to get drinks, she'll sink into a seat, if only so Kristen Locke will do the same.

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