Gideon watched the old dude completely fail to follow his own unsolicited advice and squinted at him, eyebrows disappearing behind her shades. The amount of black he was wearing was a little comforting in a way she'd rather die than admit, and he had prattled on like Pro did ... which she'd be more forthcoming to admit relief at, even as it took her brain a second to process all that.
"Don't know what most of those things are," she said with the blandness of a teen Trying Not To Care, "but it's in a place full of stuff to eat? So clearly we're meant to eat it and you probably just said not to to fuck with me."
Gideon smirked, studying the machine, looking at the condensation on the metal and realizing it was probably colder than a Ninth nun's nipple.
"If it wasn't sub-zero I'd say something that drips white goo on command could have all sorts of uses. But honestly if it tastes any good I'd just use it to stuff my face. Like the rest've all this." She nodded toward her loaded-to-bear tray. The only thing she had neglected was the oatmeal bar. "Haven't had too many things in the way of food before."
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"Don't know what most of those things are," she said with the blandness of a teen Trying Not To Care, "but it's in a place full of stuff to eat? So clearly we're meant to eat it and you probably just said not to to fuck with me."
Gideon smirked, studying the machine, looking at the condensation on the metal and realizing it was probably colder than a Ninth nun's nipple.
"If it wasn't sub-zero I'd say something that drips white goo on command could have all sorts of uses. But honestly if it tastes any good I'd just use it to stuff my face. Like the rest've all this." She nodded toward her loaded-to-bear tray. The only thing she had neglected was the oatmeal bar. "Haven't had too many things in the way of food before."