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Rose Kolodny	One of the things that Two Bridges has to recommend it late at night is Wo Hop City, 24hr Chinese restaurant. Indeed, it's the reason why Molly is electing to come to this area at nigh on three in the morning, in a battered sedan that's... well, infinitely forgettable, by the Columbus Park. The woman who steps out of the vehicle, perhaps less so right now, and not just for the fact that she's plants one foot on the concrete and utters something extremely unladylike in Japanese, stepping out of one and tossing it in the backseat even as she utters, seemingly to herself. "Look, I'm not sure how many ways I can tell you... I don't care, I'm not wearing it. And you can tell him I said that too." she fumes as she drags a pair of boots out of the back of the car, cramming her feet into them and pulling her hair out of it's bun like the worlds worst reverse superhero changeover.
Alexander Dubois	For his part, Alexander is just as forgettable, really. Dark-skinned kid with brown hair, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, long sleeved shirt tied around his waist by its sleeves. Maybe it's a bit of an outdated look, but that's not unusual. The only thing that might mark him as not completely normal is his gold eyes. He just happens to be walking past when all this happens, and he stops, tilting his head curiously. He's not going to interrupt, no. That's how you get slapped!
Rose Kolodny	"Let me show exactly why that's not going to work." Molly leans over and grabs one of the side mirrors of her car, but there's no taking up a cell phone. She adjusts the mirror and then pulling up her shirt enough to show an ugly scar down the left side of her body. Who the hell is she trying to show? And how? There's the curl of her lips in mockery of a smile, and the jerk of her head in acknowledgment says both that she see's him and she's not at all concerned about what he might have seen, instead growling at the air. "Oh you think? Yes. How about you do that?" the gritting of her teeth almost an audible thing as she has to pause,"I'll be at the airport at five a.m. Until then, forget my number." There's no click. No pulling out of an earpiece. However where his eyes are gold, hers are covered by silver lenses, a chrome gleam in the darkness, and it doesn't take much to guess she's studying him somewhere behind them.
Alexander Dubois	Alexander blinks as she just hikes up her shirt. He does respectfully look away, but not before he sees a glimpse of the scar itself. He doesn't really think anything of it. He's more looking away because he's trying to avoid having seen anything ELSE! Though when he chances a look back, he notes she's studying him, and gives a sheepish look. Fortunately he can't blush anymore. Might she be able to see it? That kid's not breathing. Can she hear that he has no heartbeat? Maybe not from that distance. But nonetheless, it's true. He doesn't breathe, and he's got no heartbeat. He doesn't fidget, either; that way people have of shifting around without realizing it, he doesn't do that.
Rose Kolodny	Molly shifts to slam first the back door of the sedan, then the front and cram her keys into the front pocket of a pair of black dress pants that totally don't go with the combat boots at all, not that appears to care. It's those lenses, that are the big issue, primarily because they provide nightvision for her, and at least limited kind of infrared,"Last time I checked, human eyes don't come in gold naturally. And most of them give off some kind of heat signature. So you're something else. What can I do for you, kid?" there's a lanyard with a name tag slung about her neck, one she removes to shove into a pocket. The Stark-Fujikawa logo on it might be recognizable, and might be why it gets crammed out of sight for now.
Alexander Dubois	That's a dead giveaway too -- no pun intended -- that his body temperature is the same as the ambient temperature around him. Alexander winces at the frank statement, and casts a quick look around, to make sure no one heard it. When he turns back to Molly, he notes politely, "I just... I overheard your side of the conversation and was curious, that's all. I didn't meant to bug you." Footscuff. If she gets nearer? He has a weird ozone smell, but doesn't smell like human skin oil or sweat. His hair has a 'dry' look to it. Can she see into his mouth when he talks? There's a weird, green glow in there, like there's some kind of pale green light shining up from his chest. And he seems to be giving off just a bit of an electromagnetic charge. Weird.
Rose Kolodny	It's that electromagnetic charge that might cause Molly in high enough concentration, though she offers a grunt and a bob of her head,"I've got about two hours until I'm supposed to be on a plane to California... and between now and then, I plan on eating some Chinese. You want to, you can join me. Hungry?" if she notes it, apparently she at least doesn't choose to bring it up, for all that there's a pause three steps into her walk. There's that Japanese again, perhaps opting to at least spare his ears the vehement curse, and a dismissive gesture in the air like she just swiped something out of view,"Y'can call me... Molly. I guess."
Alexander Dubois	The charge is only a small one, not really much more than a small electric device would produce. So that's not much of a threat to her internal systems. Alexander blinks at the offer, but then nods at the invitation. "Sure, why not?" he replies, and falls into step near her. He snickers a little bit at the Japanese curse, but doesn't mention it just yet. Instead, he offers in response to her introduction, "Alexander. Pleased to meet you. Only then does he give a half-smile, and notes, "<I understand. A little.>" This is said in Japanese.
Rose Kolodny	The noise Molly makes is one of acceptance as she prowls in the direction of Wop Ho with the unerring certainty of one who has been there at least a few times before,"Alexander." she repeats, grimacing just a little as he points out that switching to Japanese isn't exactly going to protect his delicate ears,"<You would be one of the few.>" she states, there's something of Chiba in the way she speaks, but it's just enough off. Not a native speaker, or... something. Depending on how good his ear for languages is, it's not that she's not an old hand at the language, it's like whoever she learnt it from must have had a weird accent themselves.
Alexander Dubois	Alexander's ear for Japanese isn't that great. He definitely can't tell regional dialects. In fact, he has to pause a moment after the speaks, to sort of mentally 'put together' the words in his head, before he can understand it. "'One of a few'?" he asks, to confirm what she said. "Sorry... my command of Japanese isn't that great. It's probably about where a recently-arrived tourist who's 'thrown away his choice and lost his ticket, so he has to stay on' would be." He smirks a little at his reference.
Rose Kolodny	There's a dip of Molly's head for his words,"Correct." she affirms, then laughs,"It's... one of those things. Where I come from... almost everyone spoke at least a little. Survival trait. Here? Not so much." there's a waggle of her hand before she reaches for the door of the restaurant, pulling it open with another grimace,"I'll give her, she's persistent. But I'm going to break her fingers if she doesn't stop trying to call me." nevermind that there hasn't been any call at all, audibly, and she hasn't even checked her cell phone. She makes a gesture to usher him in,"So, what's your story? Or is that filed under 'too personal'?"
Alexander Dubois	Alexander gives a sigh of relief when he finds he got the translation right. "Oh good. I didn't want to repeat the same mistake I made when I was first learning the language. Got the word for 'delicious' mixed up with the word for 'butt'. As in, 'the part of your body you use for sitting'." He reaches up to rub the back of his head sheepishly. As for where he learned? "I like j-rock, and I sing, so invariably I'm going to want to sing some of the songs I hear. Can't do that unless I can manage not to greviously botch pronounciations, though." He'll likely wait for her to enter the place first, when opens the door; she knows the place better. He blinks at the mention of someone calling her. Probably got her cell phone on vibrate or something. "A friend? Or someone not so friendly?" he asks. As for his story? "Well, uh..." He shifts a look around, making sure there's no one in reasonable talking distance when he explains it with four quick words. "I'm... kinda dead. Literally."
Rose Kolodny	"Oishii? Man... what sort of language do they teach people here?" Molly sounds more than a little surprised, though from the shake of her head she doesn't elect to explain her reasoning for that statement,"Work." she elects to file it under, finding a table out of the way for them both with a slight dip of her head. The lack of visibility in terms of her eyes hides so many sins in terms of potential shock or alarm, but there's also just that... acceptance, at the same time. "S'how does that work? Then? No offense but you're a little more... mobile. Than I'd expect."
Alexander Dubois	Alexander blinks at the statement regarding the language. "I wasn't really taught formally, though," he explains. "I just did a lot of online searching -- like I say, there's Japanese songs I want to learn how to cover, and I need to learn at least the basics of pronounciation if I wanna do that. So it's only what I've manage to piece together." The table is a good one, Alexander can tell, though he probably misses all the nuances of why. As for how he manages to be dead and still walking? "Well... do you remember anything about a talent show getting interrupted by lightning striking the sound system? Would have happened a couple years ago."
Rose Kolodny	"Some words... I think, may be different." Molly opts for, only to get distracted by ordering tea for the table. Behind her lenses she's already looking up references, but aloud she still elects to confess,"I wasn't here a few years ago, but I am searching for the record in your matrix."
Alexander Dubois	If Molly is looking for headlines online, there's some news articles talking about it. Everything was shielded, but the sound system wasn't. One of the performers, whose name was withheld because he was a minor at the time, was in direct contact with an amplifier and was killed when it exploded. She might even find some of the gruesome pictures of it, if she looks in the 'darker' areas of the 'Net. The performer was burnt practically unrecognizably. And there, in the 'dark' web, is an article with the burnt corpse sitting bolt upright, head back in what looks like a scream. The article it's attached to is one of those idiotic 'conspiracy theory' articles, this one proclaiming, 'Zombies Are Already Among Us!'. Alexander nods, though he winces a bit, probably in pre-emptiveness of what she's going to find if she's looking for it. Particularly if by 'matrix' she means 'online'. "Yeah it... wasn't pretty. I think the electricity created too much ionization in the air for my spirit to move on, and it kind of trapped me."
Rose Kolodny	No-one's elected to correct Molly as to the name of the resource in her new world, and without sight of her eyes it's hard to tell what exactly she's looking at,"Rough." it's a distracted sort of tone from her, vaguely apologetic at least,"Well... on the upside, at least, you're mobile? I've worked with a few flatfiles over the years. One of them asked to be erased as 'payment'... the other was being worshipped as a saint." there's just the vaguest kind of snort from her. "I suppose it's fair enough, given your honesty... that I explain I'm augmented. Which for my time, is normal... but well, 'my time' was twenty-two thirty."
Alexander Dubois	Alexander winces at the mention of some of the 'flatfiles' Molly's worked with. "Ouch. Yeah, I don't know how I'd deal with being stuck in a non-mobile body. Probably lose what little sanity I have left," he notes. As for his honesty? "Well... the information's out there, anybody who wants to know that bad can just look it up," he notes. "Besides, I have... well, like you said before, a couple 'tells'... the eyes and the fact that my body temperature's always the same as what's around me." He blinks though, at the mention of 'her time'. "Uh... you mean like... the year twenty two thirty?" he confirms.
Rose Kolodny	"Dixie wasn't ever happy about it. Finn.." Molly trails off as the waiter arrives with the tea, requesting,"Sweet and sour shrimp, please, and whatever he wants." if anything, but she doesn't presume he's incapable of eating, pouring herself a cup and settling back in her seat, she's still got a left lense full on her side of articles,"You'd probably have passed, if I was... normal." she does find it amusing, the concept that she's not normal for this day or time, instead offering distractedly,"Yes. Twenty-two thirty."
Alexander Dubois	Alexander gives the waiter a polite smile. "I'd like some guotie, please?" Potstickers, he's trying to say, but with the Chinese word. Thing is, Chinese is a little tougher to pronounce than Japanese, and Alexander doesn't know as much about it. So that should give the waiter a bit of a laugh, assuming said waiter is fluent in Chinese. Once the waiter goes back (possibly after Alexander has to clarify what he wants by just '''saying the English word for it''', ya dumb kid!), he looks back to Molly. The assertion of the year being correct gets a blink. "Whoa. I'm tempted to ask if we finally get those flying cars we were promised in the year two-thousand, but I figure you get asked that a lot." He snickers.
Rose Kolodny	Molly is Chinese-clueless, mostly, not attempting most of the proper names in favor of just getting her order placed. Though she smiles vaguely at his attempt before picking up her tea for a sip as she waggles her other hand,"Not entirely sure whether my future is necessarily... this future. But... no, mostly not. At least not in most of the places I've lived. They got rid of petroleum more than a century ago, and most of the cars are self-driving... but hover? Not so much. And no, generally people don't ask." she pushes a hand through her hair and then utters,"Synth protocol ignore last one hour 45 minutes." with an irritated sigh.
Alexander Dubois	Alexander blinks. "A dimensional AND a temporal shift?" he inquires. "I wonder what would cause a thing like that. Particularly for both shifts to happen at once. Usually it's only one at a time. That kind of 'diagonal' movement through time and dimensions... that CAN'T be good for the space-time continuum." He looks worried at the implications of it. But she's also telling him more about the world she comes from, so he listens. He looks a bit wistful. "I wish they could figure out a way to get rid of petroleum here, too. Or, more likely, figure out a way to un-ass the corporate and political fingers from it so we can let it go." He tilts his head at the mention of ignoring the last hour or so. "Huh? Ignore it? What, did I do something wrong?"
Rose Kolodny	Must be the tea, Molly's not usually in a confessional mode, or maybe right now she's just run out of eff's to give right now, either way she grunts, draining her cup and reaching to pour herself another,"I can't be sure one way or another. There's... differences. But how many of those differences are because of time? Mutants... don't exist. Never heard of one until I got... here. But is that because they got wiped out, or they never existed? I'm not a history expert... so I've got no idea one way or another." there's a laugh at his wistfulness, though she addresses the last first by tapping her temple,"They're still trying to call me. I was telling my systems to ignore them. My apologys. As to the other thing... your current environmental protections are superior. I mean... even in the city if you find an area with limited light pollution you can still see the stars."
Alexander Dubois	Alexander frowns at the mention of no mutants. "I hope it's not because they were wiped out," he notes. "I wouldn't put it past at least America to excise the mention of mutants from history, but I doubt they'd make the whole world do it. Unless they took over everything, and that seems unlikely." He nods to the explanation of ignoring the hour, and turns to the mention of the environmental protections. "That's true. Though I'm not sure just how long that's going to last. I'm sure we can only beat the world so long before it begins to get real tired of our crap, to paraphrase the meme..."
Rose Kolodny	"Nations... don't hold the importance that they do in this time. I was born in Nighttown, have lived in Chiba on and off for years, and used to own a casino on the Rhine. Corporations hold the sway of power. But here is the thing... what makes a mutant, a mutant? Our food's synthetic, technology is... compared to now, plentiful and easy. At a minimum anyone who can afford it will have a basic synth rig installed. Stimsim receiver. Deck jack. Matrix uplink. I'm not a scientist... so I can't say for certain that we haven't simply cut the triggers out of ourselves. Much of what seems to occur... naturally... here, there are equivalents. As I said... I've worked with flatfiles... but I've never met a flatfile that was still occupying a body and mobile under its own... power. So you have the advantage, in that regard, even if the technology to continue on after death is more... accessible in my time."
Alexander Dubois	Alexander blinks when Molly mentions 'nations' being less of a thing. "Like... it's all one big huge superculture?" he asks. He smiles broadly. "That is AMAZING! The level of acceptance of people that are different must be at an all-time high." This seems to make him happy. Now, he does tilt his head when she starts talking about 'synth rigs', and 'deck jacks' and things like that. "...What are those?" he asks. It might seem a weird question if they're so plentiful where she's from. But then again, she's not there anymore! Also he has another question. "What's a 'flatfile'?" As for having an advantage? "Kind of. It's been a couple years now and I haven't changed," he explains. "What if that means I'm going to be sixteen forever? I guess some people would count that as a good thing. But that also means I'm not ever gonna 'grow up'."
Rose Kolodny	"I suppose?" Molly isn't entirely sure, it's what she's used to, after all, finally their food is delivered and she thanks the waiter before claiming her sweet and sour and a pair of chopsticks to start munching like she's half starved,"In Nighttown, no-one cares as long as you're not on some corporations payroll. And that mostly because corps in Nighttown tends to mean someone's gonna die." she's content to eat while he asks questions, not interrupting. "Televisions. It... took me a while to work it out... but you guys... you have... televisions. You watch programming on them. On some kind of... weird schedule? Or something? Right?" she'll wait for his affirmation before explaining,"We don't have them. We have... stimsim's. Your... cell phones? Are also painfully archaic. Instead we have... synth rigs. They can vary in purpose and intention. I have a full stimsim suite added to my occipital nerve, but most only have a receiver. Sub-vocal microphone. Communications array." She gestures with the chopsticks towards her lenses,"Many still use head-sets in Nighttown, but in Chiba ocular replacement with retinal projection has overtaken that. A good decker can control it all with nothing more than their thoughts... but for those who need something more tactile it's not uncommon to have a port installed so they can jack in when they need to." she doesn't even realize that half her explanation is probably as obscure as the colloquial terms she already used, trundling on without pause straight into... "A flatfiles a... personality scan? I... guess? It's a record of a person. The more sophisticated can be almost lifelike. The simpler one's are... limited." she dips her head,"If you could find the essence of... you... perhaps you could simply be transferred to a more... stable vehicle?"
Alexander Dubois	The food arrives, and Alexander gives the waiter a grateful smile. "Xie'xie," he offers. His pronounciation is off, but it should be understandable. To note, he's actually pretty good with chopsticks, though he eats with them like the Japanese do, which is likely to make one of the actual Chinese servers twitch a little. He'll wait to continue that conversation until the waiter has left. As he listens to her describe where she's from, he winces a bit, particularly at the description of the corporation. "That sounds singularly unpleasant," he observes. Though the mention of TVs and cellphones being archaic gets a tilt of his head. "Well... if you're connected to the global collective like that, I imagine having to use an external device to entertain yourself or talk to someone would seem pretty archaic, yeah..." Surprisingly he seems to follow her explanation pretty well, just by breaking down the terms she's using. The only one he doesn't have the context to explain? "And a decker is...?" He doesn't sound upset or frustrated, just curious. Though at the possibility of getting a 'more stable vehicle' gets a shake of his head. "That's not likely. Here, things like that are still science fiction for the most part, aside from the odd mad scientist trying to digitize someone," he offers. "Besides that, my current state was a mistake, so I don't think I'd be able to utilize technology like that. I can 'leave' my body, but the only other place I can go is into inanimate objects." And before he realizes that it's WEIRD to say it, he adds, "And yes, corpses count as 'inanimate objects'." Then he winces, realizing how that sounded. "Uh... sorry, that... sounded a bit weird, didn't it...?"
Rose Kolodny	"Your matrix is ridiculously archaic, too." Molly drawls drily between bites of her sweet and sour, a brief smirk crossing her lips as she shrugs,"It's the way it's been, longer than I've lived. They mostly leave Nighttown alone. Yakuza's the only one really willing to take on the locals, and even they tend to go with stealth over force." there's a shrug of her shoulders,"Desk-jockey?" she tries on the word, already attempting to look on the web to judge from the furrow of her brow,"Some of them make their living writing ICE for corporations... most of them make their livelihood breaking ICE for others." it's in the tonation she uses as she flits through and dismisses several options,"Programmer? No... that implies... hacker? Maybe? Not exactly... but close enough I guess." "Sure the technology's... slow, but I've met an AI with a mobile platform, so it's not... fiction. You're there... here... and a mobile platform would certainly count as 'inanimate'." she opines, only to smirk,"No, they are." she agree's, for whatever reason, the idea that he's literally occupying a corpse doesn't weird her out in the slightest,"The sad thing is that if it wasn't twenty twenty-five your options would be better. Expensive... but you could, at least theoretically... put together a body made entirely of synthetics."
Alexander Dubois	Alexander can't help it. He laughs at the mention of their 'matrix' being slow. Once he can speak again, he notes, "You think it's bad now? Try when it was still dialup. Absolutely maddening." He smirks. Though he tilts his head as she tries to explain what a 'decker' is. "Oh, like a cyber security sort? Cyber anti-security? Little column A, little column B?" He gets the idea, at least. He seems relieved that he hasn't freaked her out too much with his weirdness. But he nods at the mention of making a synthetic body. "Well, I could do that now," he confirms. "Ever heard of something called an 'Erector Set'? It's just mental engineering toys. I could make a figure out of those and as long as it had articulations I could 'occupy' it." Here a bit of humor enter his voice. "Means my cosplay options are insane," he quips.
Rose Kolodny	"Yes. Decker's are usually hired to break ICE for secure systems. Occasionally they'll write ICE or minor scripts that you don't particularly want AI's running." Molly agree's with a slight dip of her head. She has to look up at least half of those words, at least to judge from the pause and slight tilt of her head,"So that's what they call it when people dress up like that. Huh." she just learnt something new. But she elects to offer her hand out in his direction, palm up. It's possibly not immediately obvious, but the fingertips are smooth. It blends in to the rest of her skin, but entirely lacks the ridges and whorls of actual flesh, and probably explains why her fingernails are blatantly false. "Digital reconstruction. After the surgery and debraiding procedure I had them resheathe the new structure mostly in the meat, but I had the tips replaced with synthetic skin instead for efficiency sake. I haven't found anywhere that can recreate the technology... yet. But I'll keep you in mind if I do, yeh?"
Alexander Dubois	Alexander nods to her confirmation, and then snickers when she discovers cosplay. "Yeah. It's just for people to let their inner kid out and pretend to be their favorite character, or a character from their favorite fictional world. Just being a kid for a while. There ARE people who take it too far, but there are crazy bastards anywhere you go." He grins. Though he pauses to lean forward, to look at her fingertips. Blink. "...You don't have fingerprints," he points out. Quite the astute observation! However, he notes the explanation for what's going on with her fingers, and nods. "That makes sense. No fingerprints for someone to lift, and the synthetic skin is probably stronger," he observes. He chuckles as she mentions keeping him in mind if she finds someone who can recreate her technology. "Thanks. Though I don't know what kind of effect it'll have on me to be out of my body for an extended length of time. I might lose my connection. I may not know what's going on with me, but whenever I'm out of my body, I always feel like 'home' is here." He puts his chopsticks down, to place his hands on his chest, indicating his own body.
Rose Kolodny	"Really? That makes them even more ridiculous." Molly snorts,"I can't say I've ever met a costume type that hasn't attempted to arrest me or someone else like a bunch of overhyped would be cops... now it all makes sense." the hand is retracted again in order for her to have another drink,"It is. Stronger." there's a grunt and contemplative nod of her head,"Not a philosopher either, I'm afraid. Just... yeh. You're sixteen. At sixteen I was having my third surgery... eye replacement, the first round of monofiliment lacing. Plenty of days it might have been nice to give up... but... nothing compared to the short stick you got."
Alexander Dubois	"Oh!" Alexander winces a bit. "Wait, I forgot. The costumed types that go flying around, they're doing that to protect their identities, so the guys they arrest and what have you don't go after their families." She might understand that, not wanting people going after one's family. "A lot of the people they usually go after are really powerful, either as in literally having powers or they have a lot of money or clout, and if those guys knew who the ones arresting them were, they'd use that power to hurt the families of the people arresting them," he explains. "THOSE costumed guys are distinctly separate from the rest of us who put on silly costumes and run around in them. There are people who do good stuff and people who do bad stuff. Telling them apart is hard sometimes." As for the 'short stick' he got? "Maybe," Alexander notes. "It could have been worse. What if I hadn't healed the damage? I'd have been walking around as a burnt corpse. Doesn't sound like my idea of a fun time, y'know?"
Rose Kolodny	"Their families wouldn't be at risk if they would at least be smart about what they're doing. Interfering in the life of another because for some reason you feel like it's your right to tell them what to do is a great way of getting yourself killed. And if you do that and expect that locking them up is going to achieve anything, then you lose the right to be surprised when your people become targets." Molly opines, rubbing absently at the back of her head with a sigh,"There is that to it, just... yeh. Not that it's really any of my business in the end, I guess. What you want to do with your life... after? Life? Is your choice in the end."
Alexander Dubois	"Sadly, we kind of need them, because just as there's good guys with powers, there's bad guys with powers too," Alexander replies. "People who use their abilities to hurt people for no reason, or for selfish reasons. Regular police aren't trained for someone like that. So they let the guys with powers punch the guys with powers." Notably he's not judging her specifically, despite the fact that if she's ran afoul of them, it's probably because she was doing something she shouldn't have been. Though as Molly seems to be stepping back from the subject of his condition, Alexander notes, "It's cool, really." He smiles. "Not a lot of people would be able to do anything about it, even theoretically. So there's that. And I appreciate the 'in', if you can find someone who can at least partially solve the problem."
Rose Kolodny	Molly opens her mouth to say something, and then utters another curse, expelling her breath through her nose,"Yes?" at least this time Molly raises a hand to show Alexander that she's not actually talking to him, the pause distinct as she listens to something,"She's been hounding me for hours about wardrobe. Never mentioned a thing about fine-tuning the tolerances. No. I understand." she's already dredging heself to her feet and pulls a wallet from her pocket to count out enough to cover everything and drop it on the table,"Just make sure you schedule some time for me to actually sleep sometime before the race. I'm over at Wop Ho at the moment. I'll be there in about... thirty? Allowing for traffic. Sure." The shift of her attention back to him signals that the short conversation is already ended,"That was the boss. I've got to get going. If you want to talk some time, stop by the Stark tower." she snags her box of sweet and sour, heading for the door and gone, just like that.
Alexander Dubois	Alexander Dubois says, "Well, he asked about killing off a character, that file says don't."