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[He just frowns and that before crossing his arms over his chest, looking displeased.] Next time do y'wanna bring me a knife that'll actually do somethin'? [Because he was tired of demons and their damned invulnerability.]

[Ai will just disappear and then re-appears on whatever soft surface is close by, the knife clattering to the ground.She looks like a rag doll. I pretty one.]

If I had such a thing, I would.

[Ai just rubs at her eye and turns over.]

I'm going to rest here. Use whatever you wish to kill me.

You'll have to try a lot harder to ruin this life, sunshine

Of course not! I have subtler ways than that.

Suit yourself, Sarah. More for me.

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[ It's the arm around her shoulders and the feel of him leaning into her that decides everything, and she's out for the count, melting right against him as she goes limp and her breathing softens. She'd never felt safer than when she's by his side, and there's no place more comforting than within his arms. That has never changed.

Next time for sure. ]

you really want me in superhero tights huh???

It's a trade-off.

[ And beside the point!! Hawke shrugs again, and after a second's further contemplation, follows suit and takes another generous swig (this time from his glass).

It gives him another second to think up a compelling answer to Fenris' question, at least. ]

I was tired of being in and half-drunk. I thought a change of scenery was in order.

You are always welcome to come to my place and get drunk. There is still plenty of Danarius' wine to go through.

And risk you taking advantage of me in my vulnerable state? I won't say it isn't terribly tempting.

[ Considering Dummy was built when he was seventeen, he's still pretty damn proud of his bot. At the mention of talking shop, Tony leaned back against his chair as if to show he was definitely open to it. ]

Sure. What kind of things are you doing?

[ Swirling the scotch in his glass, he looks down at the amber liquid for a moment before sighing under his breath. ] My friend has a spinal cord injury. I'm trying to find a way to help him.

I have this mental picture of a bowl of popcorn but it's popped cockroaches instead...It's not appetizing at all...

[and there it is.

He takes a deep breath, follows it with a heavy sigh, and leans back in his seat to stare at Matt. If he knows anything about the guy, he knows he'll be able to sense his stare.]

Just how long is it going to take until you're ready for it?

[well it's still silly in her eyes. That said, she can do a lot more than a normal human can, even though all scans and tests would show her as 100% human.]

Don't want to mess with your main frame beyond what you'd find acceptable. Allow me about 2 terabits of space with any and all security you want on it, and I'll show you some of it.

[Road is good enough to hack through anything, but she knows messing with someone's tech is a fast way to end their conversation.]

If you're also willing to share medical records, I can probably give you a hand on that. A fixed point of injury is something that my family has a lot of data on. We normally keep to ourselves, but I've enjoyed watching you and your friends. Perhaps we can help each other.