[Having just gotten finished dealing with Firo and Rey, Nick is back in the streets when Danse's text comes through. That's a name he didn't expect to see contacting him anytime soon. He knows Rey has been in contact with the guy, but to find Danse is curious for more information on what happened -- enough to try and contact her through him -- does surprise him. Just how far down does that rabbit hole go? Does Danse know they live together? Would he still be on good terms with Rey if he did?
Nick sighs, trying to focus on what's happening rather than speculation; he's got plenty on his mind already without this conversation. He could kick himself for someone else getting to Rose first, but she did have a hell of a head start on him. He calls back rather than sending a message, as his metal hand never has worked well with the touch screens on the communicators, and he doesn't have the patience at the second to finagle with it on his way to the headquarters.]
You didn't see the argument between the two of them on the new god's transmission?
[Oh god the robot cooties GROSS. A few seconds of tense silence elapse, before Nick gets a proper phone call. He could opt to keep this conversation to the inboxes, but honestly? That's time-consuming and stupid. He doesn't hate Nick enough to submit himself to that kind of inane behavior.
Still, no love lost when Danse snaps back, incredulous:]
Are you trying to tell me that Rey actually tried to stab Rose over a frivolous list detailing actual, potential and suspected romances in this city?
I don't doubt that. [Danse retorts, equally as sharp.] Or rather, I know she's not the kind of person who'd fly off the rails over trivialities. Whatever it is that upset her must have been tangentially related to the chart rather than the chart itself, and Rose didn't help matters by deliberately poking at the hornet's nest.
Rose told me that Rey was last seen with you. What's her status?
[There's a soft sigh on the other side, relief seeping in despite Danse's dislike of the old synth. Enough relief to even soften Danse's aversion of answering Nick's questions, too.]
The clinic. Her friend is helping to patch up her wounds. Nothing overly serious, but she's going to need bed rest for awhile.
[And as much as Danse hates to admit it, he knows Rey's in good hands as well. He can't ever remember a time when the old synth didn't look out for the Sole Survivor's wellbeing, and that's likely to transfer over here as well.]
[While that went better than expected, Nick can't help but sigh on his end. At least they can't come to blows over the phone. He'll figure you out one day, Danse.]
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Nick sighs, trying to focus on what's happening rather than speculation; he's got plenty on his mind already without this conversation. He could kick himself for someone else getting to Rose first, but she did have a hell of a head start on him. He calls back rather than sending a message, as his metal hand never has worked well with the touch screens on the communicators, and he doesn't have the patience at the second to finagle with it on his way to the headquarters.]
You didn't see the argument between the two of them on the new god's transmission?
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Oh god the robot cooties GROSS. A few seconds of tense silence elapse, before Nick gets a proper phone call. He could opt to keep this conversation to the inboxes, but honestly? That's time-consuming and stupid. He doesn't hate Nick enough to submit himself to that kind of inane behavior.Still, no love lost when Danse snaps back, incredulous:]
Are you trying to tell me that Rey actually tried to stab Rose over a frivolous list detailing actual, potential and suspected romances in this city?
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She had her reasons.
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Rose told me that Rey was last seen with you. What's her status?
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[An impromptu nap courtesy of Tranquility's power. Nothing to see here.]
Where's Rose now?
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too.]
The clinic. Her friend is helping to patch up her wounds. Nothing overly serious, but she's going to need bed rest for awhile.
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[Rey did a number on her, but hell, she could've done worse. She is a weapon, after all.
Or she was. She might think of herself as only a weapon, but she's always had the potential for more. She just needs to see that for herself.]
If she's in the hands of Miss Galloway and her crew at the clinic, she'll be fine.
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Then there's nothing else left to discuss.
[And click! There goes the dial-tone.]
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