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"Thought I might have to," she agreed readily.  "Not all that many can handle a jump like that.  I'm better 'n most."  Nikki spoke with obvious pride.  "But if I had, I wouldn't knock you out for it.  Why should I?  And it'd be rather rude to dump you in the mud while you were out, yeah?  Not sporting at all!"  She wiped the worst of the dark gunk from her hands onto her pants, making another face.  "Might be a bit much even for me, really.  Look at this mess!"  At least everything in her bag was all but certain to be fine, though she didn't dare open it to check.  She'd just get goop inside, and once wet got in all bets were off.

Xell was making a fuss, but his final comment brought her head up to blink at him.  Swamp?  Maggot tentacles?  She couldn't help it.  She cracked up.  Of course it was a little dangerous -- or what would be the point?

Lee observed the argument unfolding before her with increasing uncertainty.  Her own job was rather informal, especially since she was her own boss, but she knew that letting other people see interdepartmental conflict was extremely unprofessional.  And from the directors as well!  Perhaps this was part of why they were on what sounded like enforced leave?

She stepped back automatically when Alexander turned her way again.  At least Axel's awkward enthusiasm eased the tension, but what should she do?  You're not exactly inspiring confidence, mister, she thought, the crease in her brow deepening.  She didn't trust their powers, and no way was she comfortable with a form of travel where she couldn't tell where she ended up.  Bad enough being on the bus, where if she didn't pay attention she sometimes lost track of where they were.  At least there she could ask.  With these people...

"No teleporting," she said firmly.  "And no doors lead in places they shouldn't.  Absolutely not."  First things first.  Lay down some boundaries.  "Secondly, you still haven't answered my question.  I've no intention of helping anyone until you tell me what, precisely, you want me helping /with/."  She waved a hand as one of them started to object.  "Yes, you told me.  Your jobs."  Were they really this dense?  Lee was growing angry.  "But what is it you do, exactly?  I don't want some sort of fancy advertising pitch.  I want to know in plain English what it is that my help is accomplishing.  You can't tell me that, you don't get it.  End of story."

She was addressing Alexande primarily, as he seemed to be the most responsible of the four, but she included Leon as well.  She couldn't keep her voice from drifting away from her initial wary-but-curious tone, and towards something less generous.  If they wanted her help so damn much she would have thought they'd be more forthcoming.  The misleading song-and-dance routine put her in edge, and she could feel herself gearing up in case of a negative reaction.  She was liking this less by the second.

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