[ It tracks, at least. At least Nathan closes the space a bit, then just does as Ian suggests. Pokes it. Makes the universal motion for swiping right, and the engine hologram spins. Spreads thumb and forefinger out and watches how the hologram zooms in.
Huh. ]
Well, shit.
[ Nathan's got no idea of where to start, trying to piece this out. He looks sidelong at Ian. Reassessing, and plainly so, what this guy's all about. ]
Probably beats a 9 to 5, this place. [ Considering age and demeanor. Nathan defaults to the idea that the guy probably just has a fucking desk job or something. Had. Had a desk job, before this shit. ]
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Huh. ]
Well, shit.
[ Nathan's got no idea of where to start, trying to piece this out. He looks sidelong at Ian. Reassessing, and plainly so, what this guy's all about. ]
Probably beats a 9 to 5, this place. [ Considering age and demeanor. Nathan defaults to the idea that the guy probably just has a fucking desk job or something. Had. Had a desk job, before this shit. ]