[It's a great honor, thank you very much. On the upside, if Eliot's instincts are telling him something odd is going on, he's ended up in the right place to find out what.
Beggars can't be choosers, either way. Jason's leaning over to snatch at the wayward cigarette before it rolls off the table when Eliot pulls on up. He'd actually quit cold-turkey a while ago, and he's kept it that way. Mostly. But having a pack on you can help grease the wheels in certain conversations. Hell, sometimes it helps just to have something to do with his hands even if he doesn't light up. (Or to know the option is there, for a particularly rainy day.)]
Quadrant one, or as near as you can get me.
[It is a good ten hour drive all the way, so he's not holding his breath on getting a ride all the way there. But he'll take close enough for horseshoes and handgrenades and figure out next steps as he goes.
He settles back, leaning his forearms against his knees, and gives Eliot a long look, following his attention down to the slightly-twitchy tarp hidden under his table. He wasn't counting on a familiar face. Lucked out, maybe. (Maybe not. Is it better or worse, considering the cargo. Well.)]
Is that a part of the deal?
[It's got a little bit of challenge in it. Is it gonna change your answer?]
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Beggars can't be choosers, either way. Jason's leaning over to snatch at the wayward cigarette before it rolls off the table when Eliot pulls on up. He'd actually quit cold-turkey a while ago, and he's kept it that way. Mostly. But having a pack on you can help grease the wheels in certain conversations. Hell, sometimes it helps just to have something to do with his hands even if he doesn't light up. (Or to know the option is there, for a particularly rainy day.)]
Quadrant one, or as near as you can get me.
[It is a good ten hour drive all the way, so he's not holding his breath on getting a ride all the way there. But he'll take close enough for horseshoes and handgrenades and figure out next steps as he goes.
He settles back, leaning his forearms against his knees, and gives Eliot a long look, following his attention down to the slightly-twitchy tarp hidden under his table.
He wasn't counting on a familiar face. Lucked out, maybe. (Maybe not. Is it better or worse, considering the cargo. Well.)]
Is that a part of the deal?
[It's got a little bit of challenge in it. Is it gonna change your answer?]