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[color=lightgray][i]Location: Riverside Convenience Store[/i][/color][/CENTER]

While the Delgatos considered her offer, Keyrs made another mental note regarding her tech: [i]Consider remote-controlled wrist-- [u]mental impulse controlled[/u] wrist discs.[/i] Perhaps she should have been thinking what she would do if this all went sideways.

Thankfully, it didn't.

At the leader's response of the boss being in the market for someone who "knows their way around tech", Keyrs flashed a smile that quite plainly said: 'well I'm that someone!'

A second mental sigh was breathed -or maybe not quite so mental- at the relent on the shopkeeper. He'd been the reason Keyrs did this ploy in the first place. A partially awkward partially reassuring grin was flashed his way, and Keyrs was just on the cusp of pushing her luck with a request when the Delgato leader motioned for her to head out. His accompanying "we'll drive you" was the final quash to her impulse. Third mental sigh, this one not of relief but disappointment. [i]I guess no solar crisps and soda for me. Unless they have a vending machine at their haunt.[/i]

"[color=#BF40BF]Excellent,[/color]" Keyrs responded, while she proceeded out at a gradual pace. [i]Very[/i] gradually loosening her folded arms to lower them to her sides. "[color=#BF40BF]I knew Anthony was no slouch in the brains department.[/color]"