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Post by Tabby Whitman-Foster on Sept 26, 2008 22:03:17 GMT -7
>>“Sometimes it combusts. Sometimes it freaks out… like an electronic seizure.”<<
Tabby couldn't help but smile now. She nodded slowly, understandingly. "Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it. It's not like the Bureau is short on technology, or people who know how to fix it. She raised her hand and waggled her fingers as if acknowledging herself. "Plus, I love me a challenge, so if something gets screwed up really bad...Hey, it'll be fun." She smiled reassuringly.
>>“You’ll see,” Typhon half-glum, half-embarrassed. Maybe he needed to change the topic now. Clearing his throat he stood, “Perhaps I should see the offices now?”<<
"Yeah, yeah, no problem." She left the room first, allowing Typhon a moment of privacy or whatever he wanted before he left. She jabbed the elevator button and said, "It's probably gonna be Manning that you see. If it is, he's gonna probably come off as pompous and a bit of an ass. He is. No just...I don't know, treat him with kid gloves. Or go for the blunt approach, Red seems to like that." The elevator arrived and Tabby stepped in, jabbing another button.
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