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(Tam's shop gets a knock on the door, when he is sure Dria is out)

She looks up, checking the screen, then scowls a bit as she notes who it is. "I'm comm'in!" She mutters as Bubbles lifts her head slightly, looking out towards the main room through the shop door. "Silly arse dragon. He left you too ya know." She tosses the door open and stands there, arms crossed, sparking ever so slightly. Her orange eyes burning brightly.

(His hands are in his pockets, and he is scowling) "Hey."

It almost seems as though she is about to settle into a scowl off but then she takes a breath. "Whatcha' want flat arse? I'm busy ya know. Seems my shop boy up and left an' I got things ta do." The dragon suddenly nudges Tam aside with her nose. A gurgling sound being made at the sluagh. Of course only her head is seen. The rest of her large body filling up Tams shop and part of the showroom. "Are ya getting fatter?" Asked of the dragon as she appears back in the door frame. Bubbles suddenly filling the night air.

(He holds arms up in front of his face to block the stream of bubbles, muttering) "Great, soapy dragon snot." (He waits for the bubbles to die down, to shake off his sleeve, and give the dragon's nose a rub) "What you been feeding her? Didn't know she COULD get bigger." (His narrowed eyes flick over) "You know why I have to go. Not personal, you know."

The dragon rumbles and lowers her head for the nose rubs. "Sure, wha' ever. Do you I guess." She steps back, and tugs on the dragon, both draw back enough to let him in if he wants. "Wha' do ya want? Ya didn't suddenly grow a conscious did ya? Cause that would be as weird as a Cap go'in on a Jenny Craig Kick." She ribs lightly.

"No such thing." (Shortly, coming in. His eyes narrowed) "Figure, you probably want to know where I put stuff, where the hidden cameras in the camper are, that kind of thing."

(Then a quick grin. That's a joke....isn't it?)

She nods a bit as she follows along then her brows shoot up. "Wha'? Did ya get any good footage?"

"No. Never got a chance to install them, didn't want to anyway, Dria sleeps there, that would be weird even for me." (He moves to the computer, and drops into a chair, spins it halfway around. He points to the video feed) "You notice the Glamour there?"

She eyes the computer a bit and nods. "Yeah, wha' did ya do?"

"You notice the radio changing itself, playlists? You know why, don't you?"

"Sure, sum'thin 'bout spooks?" She grins ever so slightly, showing off sharp teeth." Heard ya mumbling ta someone a few times. Figured at first ya was insane. Then maybe that ya had invisible friend." She pauses a moment and shivers. "But if we are here, why not spooks."

A shrug and nod "Shouldn't tell you this, but, you trust me keep shop secrets, trust you not to tell anybody about this, vershtay?"

"Ghost in the machine, ever heard the term?" (He juts chin at the camera again, flicks eyes to her)

"Sure." She nods then perks up a little, looking a bit more interested. "Ghost in the machine? Ain't that some Japanese movie thing?"

"Think that was 'Ghost in the Shell'. But yeah. But the term, you know, has different meanings. This case, it's literal. He can use the system, look through it." (He flicks eyes around, searching if Jimmy is in) "Hope he's okay me telling this." (Then looks back, eyes narrowed) "With the Glamour there, he can see US."

"You do stuff for him, he can do stuff for you, got it?"

"Wait? Like we truly are? Is that smart?" She tilts her head thinking this through. Lots of info at once. One can almost see her processing. "Stuff like what?"

"He knew, anyway." (Eyes fixed on her) "Didn't matter much, he could see that you look like you got away from being attacked by stage freaks, or I look like I been dead a month and forgot to get buried, you know? But he can see Bubbles, he can see if somebody comes to the door that's one of us when you're not here. Getting it now?"

You, find something like dross, doesn't HAVE to be dross, but stuff that meant a lot. Burn it, break it for him. Think of it like a sacrifice." (A quick, wolfish grin) "If it hurts to give up, then that's what you give."

"I'm follow'in ya flat arse. But how does it help? Him know'in, if I ain't about. Can he stop em from gitt'in in?" Looking a touch confused.

(A huff) "Okay, say you got that troll comes back, sniffing around. Say he Flickerflashes in, sends a chimera through the window to look around here. Camera won't see that."

"He CAN."

"And I got the system set up, to send you push alerts. Think he can't access that if he wants to?"

"Sure I git that part. Then is there a way he can tell me? I mean communication can't be easy when one person is six feet under."

"Ah, I get it flat arse. You are pretty clever." Her nose wrinkles slightly. "Still not clever enough ta keep yerself out of trouble, are ya?" Her arms cross.

"Couldn't get a camera to see chimerical, had to get creative." (A shrug) "Leave speakers on, and a Wordpad. He can talk if he wants to, that way. Don't count on it, though."

(His eyes narrow) "What's THAT mean?"

She waves a hand at him. "Ya are mov'in back ta NY..I git it. Never you mind." She sighs. "Guess I couldn't keep ya here forever. Do ya wan' me ta give ya a ring? Keep ya updated on....things?"

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"Yeah, why don't you? Turns out, going to be coming around some anyway, teaching a guy computers." (He leans back in the chair, swings it side to side) "You think YOU have trouble finding good help?"

"But, wanted to ask, you got any more beater bikes to sell? Maybe, something needs fixing up?"

"Course I do. But why?" Her eyes light up again. "Ya got a friend that needs one?"

"Yeah. And I might need one, when I do come around. Maybe him and I can rideshare it. Okay, you got that look, Tam, what did I say THIS time?" (A rasping huff of air out)

"No, he's not going to be a good client, guy's not even one of us, and he's broker than s...pretty broke. Why I'm asking for a busted up one to buy."

"Ya want me ta sell busted goods? I mean yer's was old, but not busted up." She scowls a little. "I might have something. But if ya do the fix'in up here and get the parts from me. I'll see wha' I can do."

"You know I can't do it here." (His eyes narrow)

"Then ya can at least git the parts from me." She grumbles.

"Yeah, can do that."

"Don't want ya ta kill yerself or ruin the bike by us'in low end shit ta fix it. Ya git wha' ya pay for bub." She shakes a long finger at him.

(A quick, hard grin) "See, Tam, that's why I come to you. At least if you sell me a POS that's going to get me killed, I know you'll blame me for not spending more up front in the first place when it does."

"How can I not like that?"

"Ya know my stuff is top notch." She scowls a bit. "An' I'll give ya good deals ta. Ya know it, flat arse."

"Side's. I taught ya how ta ride. So if ya crash it would reflect poorly on me."

"'Course I do." (He pushes up from the chair, and shoves it under the desk) "Yeah. Not going to crash." (He is thinking, his eyes flicking over to Dria's darkened office door) "How's she doing?"

"Ya' are break'in her heart bub. Such as it is. Can't ya talk it out?"