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[marineris]

[Bobbie's long, dark hair is loose around her shoulders. She's not wearing the standard station suit—instead, she's wearing something tighter, with a diamond pattern and oddly shaped plating on the shoulders and chest, embedded with some sort of circuitry. She raises her hand, giving her communicator a little wave.]

Hey kids. Now that the gravity's back on, it's business as usual, yeah?

A while back Amos posted some tips about living in space. One of those is exercising—muscles atrophy in low-g much faster than on a proper planet, and we don't all want to turn into noodles. Most of you probably don't know anything about resistance training in space, though, so that's where I come in. If anyone wants a trainer, drop me a line, and if any of you want to learn self-defense or how to throw a solid punch, I can help with that, too. Unfortunately I don't have a gun, so I can't help anyone there.

[Does she sound a little bitter? She's a little bitter.]

By the way, has anyone figured out how to get the replicators to stop spitting up slop yet?

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[marineris]

You got me. I was hoping I could stalk you around the station.

[resleeves]

[ knew it. ]

It happens.

[ maybe it was that 'mercenary chic' he wore or maybe people just really approved of the 'looks fucking exhausted' style he had going on. ]

Stalking me should give you a lot of time to stare at my ass. Hope you like it.

[ of course she would. ]

[marineris]

[Bobbie bursts out laughing. Ridiculous.]

Where do I get my refund if I don't?

[resleeves]

It's never happened before so I don't fucking know.

[ and he doesn't think she'd be the first no matter what sort of bravado she's spouting now. subtle checking out is no different than doing it with no fucking shame. ]

You won't need a refund.

[marineris]

You know there's a fine line between confident and cocky, yeah?

[resleeves]

[ he did not. ]

I say what I mean. If that offends people's delicate sensibilities, they can find someone else to talk to.

[marineris]

Relax, cowboy.

[God, Alex is wearing off on her.]

I don't have "delicate sensibilities".

[resleeves]

You sure?

[ sounded like you might, bobbie. he was going to doubt you and your apparently gentle nature now. ]

[marineris]

Pretty damn sure. Something telling you otherwise?

[resleeves]

Intuition.

[ that good ole gut feeling. ]

It's usually right.

[marineris]

Rest assured, your intuition is crap.

[resleeves]

Touchy.

[ his intuition is great, thank you. ]

Your word against mine.

[marineris]

I'm feeling pretty confident.