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[squanderlust]

If this magic works the way it was described, somebody should be able to hear me right now. [though the voice of the young lady that's coming through sounds incredibly skeptical about this entire endeavor.] If you can, and you can actually understand me, I want you to tell me whether 8,000 "creds" is a lot of money around here, and what I can do to get it. I can't believe your merchants don't take something as simple as gold for war supplies.

[there's ambient noise for a while, and some confused sounds from somebody who has obviously never seen, much less used, an omni-tool before. eventually she groans in exasperation.]

My sword's been stolen from me and you expect me to do repairs to survive. This is entirely unacceptable.

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[squanderlust]

Computers. [the word sounds weird, but she figures it's got to be something like her omni-tool, which she really only knows the name of at this point.]

All right, fine. I'll let you teach me about some of these things. There's no sense letting my skills go to waste. [she matches York's earlier smile, the one with less rue in it, and holds herself back from mumbling something about how scary technology is.]

But I don't think I have time right now. I have to meet with someone named Starscream about lodging. At least York is a normal name.