I give a hefty shrug and wrinkle my nose, saying, "Well, it all depends, doesn’t it? I mean, who knows what’s out there? – who’s out there…?” I show Slade an ominous look which lingers for a second or two before giving way to a grin as I add gleefully, “Why, they’re boldly going where no Mall Rat has gone before.”
I’m all set to adopt a dramatic pose, mainly for my own amusement, when we’re interrupted by a newcomer’s approach and I instead turn to face them.
Ah. It’s May. One of the weaker willed tribe-members by my data. Not too hard on the eyes though, I appreciate, looking her up and down.
Her remark receives a wry smile. Heh. Bugging Slade. Right. It’s really quite interesting how little it takes to get yourself demoted from Major System Threat to little more than Low Risk Annoyance.
I smirk at her coquettish help offering. “Well, well! Looks like you’ve got yourself an eager volunteer, Sladey!” I clap a hand on his shoulder with a cackle. “Guess you won’t be needing my help, after all, man. Good luck with the, uh… crabs.”
OOC: Sorry about how long this took. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense because I have no clue what I’m doing. Not sorry for Star Trek reference.