[H2][b][center]Paige Kennedy [/center][/b][/h2]

"No, I want the number too," Paige said. She left nothing to chance. Burners were a thing of the past. If this guy used it even just once, especially recently, they had the resources in place to find it and who it was used to contact. She looked ahead, thinking as he spoke. What she planned to do with the information was none of his business. Aside from that, they were approaching topics that Sio didn't need to be hearing, for her own safety. She would have to pull more information out of him later. She looked briefly at Sio, considering her words, "Just do me a favor," She said, "If this guy comes back, you tell him you can't make any more gifts for him." She twitched her lips slightly, still thinking and looking to measure his response, "...And see what kind of reaction you get."

She ignored his comments about blazing guns and what he believed to be the finer points of Federal weapons crimes. Though his sulking comments after immediately prickled her attention. Of all the people she'd come to know in Sol, he was the only one around that really knew the reputation she carried over from Delta and with that she thought he would know better than to attempt appeals at sympathy from her. Somewhere deep in a past memory she could see the man she once knew sitting there defeated and near broken, [i]again[/i]. She shot him a glare as soon as the words came out of his mouth that simply stated: [i]Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get off your ass.[/i]

Paige sighed lightly as the memory faded and looked around to break up the awkward pause that followed. Spying a rustic little tea kettle hanging out and knowing he didn't drink tea she decided to change the subject altogether: "How did you wind up with that little girl anyway?" Her head was still buzzing slightly from the drink and she thought she might have to let Sio drive. "I just don't see it."

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