Oh. Yes. That would be an efficient use of-- time. Very good. Here is the, ah-- location of the rooms that they are looking to have--
[Prepared? Is there some other word? Never mind, he's not going to risk it. Instead, Salvio simply hands over the map, with each rooms selected by a series of small stars located in the corner.]
Nice. And yeah, I'll totally take some and a pencil if you've got it.
[ She looks over the map, squinting for a second in thought until she's sure she knows how to get there. Then her face smooths out and she looks up at him expectantly. ]
[He shifts around some larger stacks of parchment and files, rooting around for-- yes. There it is. A pencil, probably a little more crude than she would be used to, but essentially the same. And, after some additional searching, a sheaf of paper with a loose binding holding one end together. Ye olde scratch pad.]
Here you are. You may keep these, if you like. I will request replacements, they are-- a little freer, with some of the, um. Cheaper items. That is to say, the quality is good, it is only-- inexpensive, by comparison. To other requests.
Yeah, I get that. [ And he seems like the kind of guy who might enjoy ordering office supplies. ] Thanks, dude. I'll be back in maybe an hour? To get your bowl. And I'll hand in a report when I've got the rooms spic 'n span.
[The momentary look of confusion (largely manifested by a slight crease between Salvio's eyebrows) clears as she defines her strange Rifter terminology for him. Now he can instead be tentatively pleased, to have been given some new knowledge.]
Very good, yes. That is the, ah, spirit. 'Spic and span'.
[ She gives an awkward half wave goodbye, because she's still like, right in front of him, then turns and heads out of the room with one last smile back at him.
She'd tell him not to work too hard, but that would fall on deaf ears. ]
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[Prepared? Is there some other word? Never mind, he's not going to risk it. Instead, Salvio simply hands over the map, with each rooms selected by a series of small stars located in the corner.]
Will you need paper, on which to make notes?
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[ She looks over the map, squinting for a second in thought until she's sure she knows how to get there. Then her face smooths out and she looks up at him expectantly. ]
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[He shifts around some larger stacks of parchment and files, rooting around for-- yes. There it is. A pencil, probably a little more crude than she would be used to, but essentially the same. And, after some additional searching, a sheaf of paper with a loose binding holding one end together. Ye olde scratch pad.]
Here you are. You may keep these, if you like. I will request replacements, they are-- a little freer, with some of the, um. Cheaper items. That is to say, the quality is good, it is only-- inexpensive, by comparison. To other requests.
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[ A pause. ]
That means clean.
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[The momentary look of confusion (largely manifested by a slight crease between Salvio's eyebrows) clears as she defines her strange Rifter terminology for him. Now he can instead be tentatively pleased, to have been given some new knowledge.]
Very good, yes. That is the, ah, spirit. 'Spic and span'.
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[ She gives an awkward half wave goodbye, because she's still like, right in front of him, then turns and heads out of the room with one last smile back at him.
She'd tell him not to work too hard, but that would fall on deaf ears. ]