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[color=cadetblue]"Then it's a good thing we didn't run, now isn't it?"[/color] Rebekah posited, continuing to munch on her initial plate of food while Jonas began anew. It was simple enough, in her view; Jonas' indignation was righteous, but who cared? Idiots didn't change their minds. Forget the staff. It would have been much better, surely, to let themselves get torn apart. Obviously. That would make for a much better reflection of the staff's values. [color=cadetblue]"We need not concern ourselves with whether or not such tales exist. Dana is right. The staff are fools. They exist for us to surpass, and their rules will be followed only while it continues to be convenient. We are alive because of our skills, and not because of their help. If we had done what they want we would be dead. So fuck them."

"The worst they can do is kick us out, and I'm not learning employable skills here. If they [i]did[/i] kick us out my mother is on speed dial, and I would remind her she was not always so rule-abiding herself."[/color] She shrugged, taking another bite and pausing to chew. [color=cadetblue]"Or they kick us out. So what. I'll direct them to kiss my ass on the way out, preferably in more sophisticated terminology so they are too feeble to understand. The fight is done. Their rebuke is done, and good riddance. Continuing to steam over it is pointless. Get even instead."[/color]

The food was delicious, but she really did want coffee. Dana's comment of "bulk soon" earned a brief grin and swift wink before her eyes resumed raking the room. Relo had to have brought a coffee maker. She would have simply sprinted for her room, prepared a cup in a moment and returned but in a room full of people fast enough to track her movements that would be very rude. If Dallas brought a machine with him, though, she could set it up under the auspices of helpfulness and prepare a cup for herself. And a cup for anyone who wanted one, of course. 

And it was Dallas Relo. He was so fussy that it would undoubtedly be a decent machine.

[color=cadetblue]"So put it out of your mind, Highwind, and take solace in the fact that they cannot punish you in any way that matters. Now. Psomas. Assist me in a visual inspection of Dallas' possessions. I want to find his coffee maker."[/color]