#fenixtj

"Nevermind. Family crap, you don't need it. I was hoping you could tell if there was anything notable about the gun. We had some issues with Co-Op counterfeits and such before....?"

"Shh.. hey... it's okay. I want to hear.. if I can help even by lending an ear, it works for me." He says "Siv can't take cold iron? I didn't think anyone could, but it's odd for her to WANT to get knived that's for sure"

"I'm a big girl. She's got someone with her now, someone maybe who can relate better than I can. That gun; will you look at it?"

"Certainly" he says "The gun is standard, not the best handgun on the market, not the worse, but among the most popular. It's not nocker work I can tell you that. Low caliber ...but enough to get the job done up close."

Jessica nods. "But not a situation where we have more Co Op impersonators. Good."

"Definitely not" He says

"Ok. Thanks. And thanks for taking care of it for me. I should get back to Fenix, see how the victim is doing, figure out what happened."

"You sure you don't want to rant about your sister being a pain in the ass? Sometimes , we need to vent."

"No. I'm not even really angry anymore. Just.... frustrated. And tired."

"What I want to do is tell you to stay here, sleep with me... and I mean 'just ' sleep. But I know you want to get back to Fenix and look at things. How about after you sort things though? I'll have dinner ready at your apartment"

"No, I mean tired of this constant -fight- with her. But damnit, if I tell her to do something she needs to -do- it!" Jessica catches her control again. "Sorry. I can't promise dinner tonight; I don't know what I'm walking into at Fenix, what this guy is going to tell us or need. If this is a chance to get the Nunehi to talk......."

"You think the man you saved is a NunnehI?" A brow "I missed that part"

She describe the condor again. "And there was this thing, a while ago, about condors... but not really condors, linked to the Nunnehi. Longshot, but...."

"Maybe the Nunnehi want him to live whoever he is, whatever he is" A nod

"I hope it's the connection you're counting on, Ocean Eyes. As for your sister," A sigh "Perhaps you hit a nerve with her"

"Having trouble caring too much about that."

"Ha." A nod "Yes. As your powers of telepathy are on the blink it's not exactly fair of her to expect you to know where these nerves are"

"That, and the fact it was combat. I gave her an order. She disobeyed. She wouldn't put up with it on her ship. I don't put up with it on my streets."

A sigh. "Like I said, family crap. I've have to get going. Thanks for the offer for dinner, though." Sincerely.

"You're welcome, and let me know when you want me to happen, the dinner I mean" He says

She gives him a -look- but it is neither unkind nor unfond. "Ok." She turns to go, stops. "Hey." Turns back. "Are you ok? Business-wise, I mean. With all this going on. Like you said, not a lot of people coming in. I don't mean to pry....."

"I appreciate the worry, but I have.." he tries to word it, "Alternative revenue"

"Um. Ok. 'Nuff said. Thanks again." And she heads to the door.

Not in a hurry; moving matter of factly.

He moves with her "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Um. No? I mean... I'm fine. Really."

"I know, but it seemed fair to offer"

"Thank you for that, but I'll be fine alone." She gives him a quick smile.

"All right" A smile back "I hope you get that connection you hope for." He escorts her out, but before he lets her go he does take one kiss

She returns it warmly, and then swings up on the bike and helmets herself. It -might- be that she takes these actions knowing he likes to watch them.... -maybe-.....

Well IF that maybe is so, she'll be pleased. He watches every movement as her leg claims the bike and shes shifts just so

Gotta make sure you have a good seat, settled in, before you fit the helmet over your head. She starts it, casually revs it and lifts it off the kickstand before heading out without looking back.

And she owns his eyes until she's out of his view.

She pulls into the dilapidated old spa/hacienda and tucks the bike away before making her way inside and towards the springs.

"Phobos, what news?"

"Fontaine's got the meatsack you saved. He's one of us, but so fucked up it's hard to tell WHAT kith or what not," Sir Phobos says "He's gonna need a lot of glamour to remove the banality of the blows.. iron touched you know? Dame Dill wanted to offer up some of hers but I told her to wait until you gave the okay on that"

Jessica nods agreement. "Good. In the springs?"

"Yah.." A nod "But of course only you can allow full access to the glamour of the hold"

"I didn't get a good look at him... let's see what we've got." And Jessica goes ("Pants!") into the springs caverns. "Fontaine?"

"He's going to be..well, I want to say fine" Fontaine says..and yes he wears pants, "But he is soul shredded.. it will be a slow reknitting"

"Do you know anything about him?"

"Yes. His name is Jeff Culpepper. He's from England."

A moment of disappointment. "He's awake?" Renewed interest.

"Nope. It was in his papers" he says

"I checked his pants" he adds

"Good job." She murmurs, and heads for the spring and their guest.

If the man is from England, why does he look like a Native American?

She approaches and crouches, leaning to get a good look at him.

Not that one can judge. One can be English... and of pakastani descent, or Turkish or whatever... but ... she swears he looks rather native American ..

his suit is English though... nice clothes before the knifing