Johnny. Johnny Jaqobis. [ He's never heard of James Bond, ok, he's just naturally that cool. Her hand feels conspicuous at his neck — he's very aware of the scar, if only because he should've woken up with others, and he'd almost mistaken it for the one he'd already had in roughly the same spot. It'd ended up being a weird tally.
He tilts his head slightly, studying her expression. After a thoughtful beat: ]
You know, it's rude to fondle a guy's neural implant without asking.
[ In case she's wondering what that scar's all about. And this is probably where he should prompt her for a return introduction, but he's getting this weird impression that he wouldn't get a real one, anyway. ]
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He tilts his head slightly, studying her expression. After a thoughtful beat: ]
You know, it's rude to fondle a guy's neural implant without asking.
[ In case she's wondering what that scar's all about. And this is probably where he should prompt her for a return introduction, but he's getting this weird impression that he wouldn't get a real one, anyway. ]