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         ❝ While we wait for that, is there              any possibility of us having an              actual conversation, Agent K? ❞

   "I suppose we have the time."

He didn't sound like he was in the mood for an actual conversation, but he could do this guy the courtesy of talking with him before the neuralization took place.

Rick didn’t know much about Kay. Just that he was a good man that meant no harm to anyone. It never sprung to mind to ask the man about his past, about who he had been before. As far as Rick was concerned, none of that mattered anymore.

❝ Not exactly, no. ❞ He’d mentioned the  Government once or twice. Rick hadn’t really thought anything of it. It was strange that the man was bringing it up now, after everything they’d just gone through. He  couldn’t help but wonder what any of this had to do with what he’d just said.

"Aliens, Rick." Easier to just say it. No point beating around the bush. "I worked for a secret organisation that policed and monitored aliens on our fine planet here. Course, everything went to hell after-- well, you know. Lucky I got away with what I did. And those shitheads are probably dismantling my deatomiser right now." The thought of his favourite weapon being taken apart made him angrier than he wanted to admit, so he steered away from that topic.

    "I wanted to tell you this, tell someone-- well... just in case, I      suppose. I've never had many friends, Rick. And most of them      are dead. Dead or... as good as. I'm not asking you to believe      me. It's some crazy shit, I will admit to that. And, hell, you might      think I've gone off the deep end a bit." He shrugged. "Just feels      good to get it out there."

   ”Actually, it’s ink.” She’s got pride in her voice, like she’s proud to have proven him wrong, despite the fact there is literally ink in her mouth.

   "Not much better, kiddo.     At least food colouring is meant to be ingested."     He sounds amused. He knows she'll be fine.     That stuff is hardly toxic.

Though she wasn’t fully aware of just how much of a compliment it was, Winter still grinned widely and half-curtsyed to him. “Thank you very much. Freshly ground ‘s everythin’, I think.” She paused for a moment before asking, “Were you hungry?”

   "..." Give him a minute.

"You haven't got a menu I could see, have you?" So, give him about 20 minutes to look that over and ask about your specials-- twice. He was a man of habit.

"You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’ve done quite a lot with your small heads. Look at you, you’re covered in guts.” What’s the phrase—scratch your back, I’ll scratch yours? More like wipe the gunk from his possibly ruined suit; Giselle followed behind him and started scraping some of the stuff from his shoulders.

"If you enjoy this so much, you should try helping me pull weeds from my carnivorous plants. They’re not big enough to swallow you whole, but they’ll certainly try."

"Why not?" Good job, Giselle. He's smiling. Smiling while he's covered in bug guts. Smiling after he was just eaten.

       "Haven't been eaten by a plant in a good while. About time            I risked it again." Then again, that might be sarcasm.

  He eyed the man rather oddly, a brow cocked up, “Psh, yeah right.” Dangerous weapon? Please. Carl wasn’t buying that at all. “Where’s your real gun?” He was curious if this guy only seemed to have this ‘dangerous’ weapon why he wasn’t a lot more worse off. 

   "If y'don't believe me, go ahead and shoot it at something. A tree or something. Mind the splinters though. And this thing has a bit of a kick to it." Really good judgement happening here. Obviously it's a great idea to hand a kid his gun.

   ”Yeah, that’s the one,” she laughs, making a mental note to mention the movie adaptation to him at some point, it there’s time. “No, no! That didn’t convince me, but it hadn’t really occurred to me until I read Under The Skin that aliens could be so human and ordinary, and all that. I thought about it, and then I believed. Under The Skin was a catalyst, so to speak.”

  "Maybe I'll have to finish it then." And then congratulate the author on maybe making his job a bit easier. Always good if people weren't afraid at the thought of aliens, even if they didn't know for sure that aliens not only existed, but lived among them.

               ” ———— … ”

                           What was she supposed to say to that? It bothered her, the thought of anyone willing to lay down their life for her. She’d done it herself —- and honestly? Her life wasn’t worth that sacrifice. Not in her eyes anyways. 

    He sighed. "Listen-- if it makes you feel better-- I'd lay my life on the line for, well, a few people. Or a good cause. Don't you go thinking you're special or something." Oh, Kay. That doesn't even sound like you mean it a little. Try harder.

"Far from home, bit of an understatement. Take it I’m not where close to being in the year 2262, now—am I correct, sir?" Always correct, he just didn’t want to think about how they were so far from home and the idea just bothered him. Although, he could just ask the simple question as to if Breaking Bad has been inducted to the Guinness World Record book for best television show ever. It was just best not to spoil it, but well—he was left alone. Uhura, Kirk, Spock, Chekov, Sulu, Saavik and even Leonard all went looking around for whales (and sloths, but that was mainly an inside joke) and he was trying to make sure the ship could still function.

"You know a place? Oh really? … Even for a ship that is from the future?" If you could detect sarcasm, then ding ding ding. Got a winner. "Not just a traveler, part of a crew who always … disappears when they feel like it, sir."

   "You can cool it-- with the 'sirs'. Name's Kay. Agent if you want to get particular about titles. And you are in good ol' 2014." He was already running through his mind what stuff they had back at HQ that might be useful for a ship like this. Plenty of confiscated ships from over the years. And most sat unused in storage.

   "I'm part of an organisation that polices and monitors alien life on the planet Earth. We have plenty that you might find useful. Just a matter of you telling me what's wrong with your ship." Even better if the other man let Kay get a better look at the ship itself, but one step at a time.

   ❝ What I should and shouldn’t know tends to get blurred a bit, I’m afraid. ❞

          [ charles struggles and, ultimately, fails to hide his smirk. fingertips graze his temple and he catches on to the other’s problem.

            perhaps now a conversation can be arranged. ]

      ❝ ——-Having trouble? ❞

   "Give it a minute, kid, and you won't be looking so amused."      He was confident the neuralyzer would work. Soon....ish.

               ……. ‘m sure I heard ya laughin’.

   "Well, here I thought I had no sense of humour at all."

       “ that was technically eleven words. ”

   "Sue me. Are you interested or not? People are dying out there.              Or will die. And either you're in or I gotta get going."

figment—ofyourimagination, magnetisedcatharsis, wasthatnotprocedure & bxmbastic

   ”NO, Rhonda, the strippers are NOT optional. Will you shut — listen to me, Rhonda. I’m a man of good taste. I know when strippers are and aren’t appropriate. We need the strippers attending. Trust me, alright? It’ll work. Now have fun at your mother’s funeral Rhonda, the strippers will lighten the mood.”

   ”… Were you eavesdroppin’ on my phonecall?”

   "Sir, as interesting as your conversation with your friend was, I feel you need reminding that you are standing in my post office. 

        --Everyone here was eavesdropping on your phone call."

( fresh meat )

 █  —- ♛ ❝They did, however.. I made it my duty to ignore anyone                     until I was brought to someone of status.❞

"Lucky for us both, kid, I am someone of status around here."  He sat down across from her, folding his arms and leaning them on the table.

       "Why don't we start with what is it you saw exactly."