OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[machinamentum]

[ She's not sure if she really trusts him, not when he's got that... tone on. The 'Gaige-I'm-going-to-act-like-I-know-better' tone that she'd gotten used to, and hell maybe sometimes he was, but right now, she's pretty sure this is the best idea she's had. Her arm shifts, and it moves low across his knees, and yeah she's going to go with not trusting him as her excuse for doing it. Looping the cyber arm over in a stretch against him. Her legs straightening out past the edge of the blanket as she twisted on the line of her back, feeling things clink into place.

It's a lot of things, she can feel sand in her hair and in her boots again, hair is a mess but it's not pulling at an odd angle again, as she turned her face in a mumble against his leg that doesn't mean anything other than contentment. Sighs, relaxed and all but purring where she is. ] Relax, [ like she knows the face he's pulling. ] It's just us, okay? Nothing's going to go wrong. And --

[ Her eyes close and she's still again. Rise and fall of her chest in slow even breaths. ] Thanks, Rhys.

[hackjack]

Yeah. Sure. [More uneasy than he'd like, and not because she's sprawled across or against him. Tomorrow they'll talk about it. Tomorrow he won't drop it just because he's cold and exhausted and emotionally drained from fear.

He settles back against old, corrugated metal. Puts his arms behind his head.] Anytime, kid--ehhhyou.

[machinamentum]

[ It'll have to do, and that's so much of all of it lately, it's just what is, what had to be adapted to, and she never minded it. She was good at it, but sometimes, she missed home enough to want more.

But there wasn't exactly a way back and she sighed, rubbing her face in and second, eyes closed and -- there he goes again. ] You know, you can call me something else if that's easier. [ Her metal fingers pluck idly at the material of his pants, like she could feel the cloth under her thumb and forefinger. Eyes still closed, comfortable, easy as blinking. ] If you really need to.

[hackjack]

What-- no. [Rhys scoffs, mismatched eyes flicking down briefly towards the point where she's tugging at fabric and it's all distracting in a not-entirely-unpleasant way. Not really productive, either, but he's had enough of that for one day.] Nah. Pfft.

What would I even call you?

[machinamentum]

[ It's too easy like this, in so many different ways, one of her legs stretching out, grit stained boots scraping on the gravel. The blanket pulled up where it fell, tucks herself in like that against him.

Well fed skags couldn't look more content. But it didn't stop that shit eating grin on her face. ] Oh, I don't know? Greatest, coolest, sexiest vault hunting engineer you've ever met. [ sighed out against his leg, all pleased with herself. ]

[hackjack]

[The smile's infectious, at least. It even bleeds through into Rhys' tone, fingers still interwoven behind the base of his skull. She can fidget and fuss and roll however she needs to; interrupting her isn't exactly his MO.] I dunno.

Seems like a mouthful.

[machinamentum]

[ It's what she wants most, simplicity, easiness sake. Clear cut lines of good guy bad guy and comfortable. Her content little presses into him and right now, neither of them are capable of fighting, and that's an excuse enough. ]

Hey, don't worry, that big ol' Hyperion brain of yours is totally capable of it. I believe in you. [ It's drawled out, but she's sleepy enough that it dissolves into giggles at her own cleverness quickly. ]