[He laughs like he doesn't believe her. Look, he knows she doesn't have abilities but doesn't know that she routinely punches out of her weight class. It feels like a gesture of kindness.]
Ha ha, thank you, Stephanie. It's good to know you have my back.
[SERIOUSLY, SHE'LL BE ABLE TO TELL: THE SENTIMENT IS SERIOUS ENOUGH, BUT HE DOESN'T THINK SHE IS.]
[He holds his hands up -- whoa, did he touch a nerve? Ford didn't mean to. He read this as camaraderie, apparently incorrectly??]
Don't worry! I don't have any plans to make trouble. I know the recent flood might make you think otherwise, but picking a fight -- with anyone -- really is the last thing I want.
These are just for self-defense! I might not want any trouble, but I don't have the kinds of abilities that a lot of people on the Barge seem to possess, and if they attack me and I'm not prepared, it will be a very unfair fight. It's a precaution, Stephanie, nothing more.
[That really is how he sees it. The gloves, and that knife that's in the design stages. They're meant to even the playing field if he's attacked first. Ford really doesn't want to die again.]
[ She's willing to let it go at that, as long as he knows she's serious. He hasn't given her any reason to think there's a bigger threat at play... yet. ]
Ford accepts the file and flips through it, scanning its surface, letting words and phrases jump out at him. His face is stoic and focused for a good few seconds, then something catches his eye and he winces.]
Oh, I remember that.
...and that.
...I suppose I did destroy that five-thousand-year-old castle. I didn't stick around long enough to say for sure.
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So you got supplies, then? That's good. I think.
You haven't, uh... armed yourself with anything more lethal, have you?
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[JUST OPENLY CASUALLY ADMITTING THIS LIKE THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH IT]
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Ha ha, thank you, Stephanie. It's good to know you have my back.
[SERIOUSLY, SHE'LL BE ABLE TO TELL: THE SENTIMENT IS SERIOUS ENOUGH, BUT HE DOESN'T THINK SHE IS.]
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She mostly succeeds. ]
I'm not messing around, Pines. You start picking fights behind my back and it's your ass I'll be kicking.
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Don't worry! I don't have any plans to make trouble. I know the recent flood might make you think otherwise, but picking a fight -- with anyone -- really is the last thing I want.
These are just for self-defense! I might not want any trouble, but I don't have the kinds of abilities that a lot of people on the Barge seem to possess, and if they attack me and I'm not prepared, it will be a very unfair fight. It's a precaution, Stephanie, nothing more.
[That really is how he sees it. The gloves, and that knife that's in the design stages. They're meant to even the playing field if he's attacked first. Ford really doesn't want to die again.]
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[ She's willing to let it go at that, as long as he knows she's serious. He hasn't given her any reason to think there's a bigger threat at play... yet. ]
Then we shouldn't have any problems.
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[Peace offering?]
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[ She pulls the three-section staff from her belt and gives it a spin before snapping it back in place again. ]
I’m pretty well equipped. But thanks. [ As peace offerings go, it wasn’t a bad idea. ]
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[Again: with complete sincerity. Ford sees absolutely nothing wrong with arming teenagers.]
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So, let's see... I think we covered everything? Do you have any like, questions, comments, concerns?
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But I'd like to get a look at that file.
[That is what he came up here for, after all.]
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[ She got distracted by the sudden desire to whoop his ass. She turns around to grab the file from her coffee table. ]
Here.
[ She's made a copy of it already but she kinda wants to keep the original, so she doesn't tell him that. ]
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Ford accepts the file and flips through it, scanning its surface, letting words and phrases jump out at him. His face is stoic and focused for a good few seconds, then something catches his eye and he winces.]
Oh, I remember that.
...and that.
...I suppose I did destroy that five-thousand-year-old castle. I didn't stick around long enough to say for sure.
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Kind of getting an idea why you're an inmate?