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Right, here's the thing - I need a nerd. A geek. A smart guy. Or girl, whatever. I ain't overly picky.

[He shrugs his shoulders, casual as anything, taking a long sip of his beer. Sara may have told him this was not the best method to catch himself a genius but given the chance of there being some hanging around this joint, he thinks it's the perfect way. When in doubt, post an ad.]

This guy I know got brainwashed into being the king of dicks and I'm getting kind of sick of his shit so I need someone who'd be able to do some sci-fi sciencey stuff on his head. I have a vague idea how to do it but I just can't remember the details. [He's pretty much forgotten how they originally did it back home but he can unhelpfully offer vague information and a beer while you work. A+ service.]

All the 'smart' ones I know are annoyingly the biggest idiots around, I'm looking for someone less inclined to be stupid as hell. Help me out and maybe I'll help you out. Though my skills are limited to burning and breaking stuff.

[At least he knows his strengths? If you want a bonfire, ka-ching.]

I know a good looking chick if that sweetens the deal. Ain't saying she's gonna touch you but you can admire from afar. Really far. I also know some easy dudes if that's your thing. [Hey, whatever fixes this mess.]

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[ for a half-beat, she considers naming doctor palmer just to witness what might happen. not because it's necessarily her honest verdict (although from what she can glean over the network, he's got a fine face in profile), but because there's a sliver of her that's keen to twist a little chaos into the conversation. but her sense of humour is dampened, still, from recent heartache.

instead she chooses a safe answer. ]

None of you are quite my type. Those that I've met, at least.

[ and that's true enough. her type is ludicrously narrow. ]

I never said we had to be. None of those losers are my type either but I can objectively work out which ones are pretty. Or are you just afraid to hurt someone's feelings?

I can show you shirtless pictures and you can decide then.

[He ain't gonna let this go, he's having too much fun.]

Or maybe it's Rip that's more your speed - evil aside, of course.

No, Mister Rory. Photographic evidence won't be necessary.

[ good god. not least of all because her imagination is perfectly capable of filling in gaps, thank you very much. ]

And you'll find I'm not much concerned about bruising a few egos. [ but he's not going to let this drop, so she goes on the offensive. particularly when he alludes to rip of all people. ] Although perhaps it's merely that I'm far too shy and bashful to name you.

[ al-bloody-right. sure. there's a shirty, sarcastic tone threading through her voice -- as though she's got no patience for nonsense like this. and her recourse is to be equally unhelpful. ]

Finally.

I've been telling him that he's a pretty boy for years.

[Peggy is totally on his side, if the side is taking this whole sidetracked conversation not at all seriously.

And admittedly, Mick's eyes are beautiful.]

Mister Snart. How sporting of you to join the conversation.

[ yes, she knows his name now. thank you funny little communications devices. ]

I'm here to help.

[Clearly.]

He's just a bit shy. [Said no one about Mick Rory. Ever.]

Yes. Well. We all come out of our shells in our own time.

[ which suggests just how much she already believes that. either way, this sharp patter is already preferable to mick's insidious little interrogation. ]

He'll be the butterfly he was always meant to be yet.

[Spoken drily, unsurprisingly, and followed by a seamless return to topic.]

You know, if you wanted a Who's Who of us, I could just give you a summary.

I'm listening.

[ -- because why not? she's never made any attempt to be subtle in her sniffing around. and their group politics have made for a choice distraction from the way her life and her expectations have been falling apart around her like so many uncemented bricks. ]

Everyone in Wonderland right now, let's see.

[He gets up from the floor of his room, where he'd been lounging, leaving it and walking along the hallway. It's self-defence, in case his team mates are reading along.]

There's Mick Rory, Elvis fanboy, in love with fire, that easy. [The that is underlined with him snapping his fingers.] Owns a rat.

Then there's Chip and Dale. Raymond and Nathaniel. There ain't that much of a difference between them, Nate just gets harder. Their love's pure. [He crosses his fingers to indicate how tight they are.] If you ever feel like playing a fun game, I got one called: "Did Raymond say this to Nate or his girlfriend?"

[Not an easy game to play.]

Newest arrivals are Sara and Gideon. Sara could make your heart stop, one way or the other. Gideon's an artificial intelligence, as opposed to Raymond. He's more of an annoying intelligence. You might get along with Gideon, she's got your sense of humour.

[Whatever that's supposed to be.]

And you already know Rip. Sorry about that.

[ sorry about that, he says to cap it all off, and she would laugh if she were in the mood. instead, she allows her expression to settle on pensive as she sublimates these details and shuffles them in with the bits she already knows are true. of the list, she decides there's only two she's not yet met.

which is all well and good. as curious as she is about this cluster of people, she's in no rush to introduce herself to every last one. ]

What charming little abstracts you give for each. It's a shame you didn't provide one for yourself.

[ it's nothing more than banter to draw out the moment a little longer while she collates what she's been told with what she's already learned. ]

For the record, you wanna summary about Leonard?

Easy.

He's a cat.

[Mick nods his head and leaves it at that. It's the perfect summary of Leonard Snart.]

Fickle and furry?

You know when a cat comes up to you and rubs all up you and pretty much screams 'pet me' but when you reach down to pet it, it looks all offended and shows it's claws? That's kind of Leonard.

[ something in her expression crinkles. maybe she's not a cat person. maybe it's something else. ]

But is he at least a decent mouser?

Up and down. I'm really more of a dog person but here I am.

[He's accepted his lot in life.] Just don't start sending grumpy cat pictures to him, he's not afraid to punch you in the throat.

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