Checking up on a friend. ((for protolawyer))

[chiron_survivor]

It is rare that Adia has a free moment to herself in the Nexus these days. When she isn't caring for Steve's pokémon, she's reading about them in the library, or answering questions in the Plaza. She doesn't mind because it keeps her busy. It keeps her from worrying about Steve, or the fragility of the AV field, or the fact that she has her own personal stalker who may or may not be a Cylon.

So when she finds herself in the Plaza with nothing to do, she can feel that worry creeping up on her once more. Maybe... maybe she should talk to someone.

She could text Shark. He's been keeping an eye out for Cylons, anyway. He might have a good suggestion or two. Better yet, he won't panic or overreact, or insist that she limit her visits to the Nexus.

Pulling out her PINpoint, she types up a quick message. Hi, Shark. It's Adia. Do you have a couple of minutes to talk about something? I need your advice.

Even after she sends it, it doesn't occur to her to be worried about the fact that she hasn't seen him in the Nexus lately. Shark's a smart guy with a healthy sense of self-preservation, he wouldn't have stuck around during the Khan invasion.

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[chiron_survivor]

"Thanks," she says quietly. It makes her feel a little better.Somebody must know something. If her stalker made the effort of charming a young couple into inviting him into their home, then surely he's talked to other people.

"A nail gun," she confirms with a small frown. Shark's right, who ever did this was sicker than most. She gives him a worried look when another thought occurs to her. "You'll be careful, won't you, when you're asking around? He tortured strangers to get close to me, I don't want to think about what he'd do to a friend of mine..."

[protolawyer]

"Well, after the LAST fiasco, Neirin's all up my ass about sticking close, like I said. So even if we narrow in on the guy, he'll have to contend with a giant blue dude with metal legs and no issue with shanking haters. And maybe I'll look into methods of escape, you know? Get one of those PIN things to zap out when the heat's on." Shark mimes pressing a button on his wrist and makes a 'pew' noise, apparently meaning to invoke teleportation.

[chiron_survivor]

It's reassuring to know that Neirin is sticking close to Shark, and she has enough faith in the mordesh's ability to take care of himself that her worry eases and her expression clears.

At least until he reveals that he still doesn't have a PINpoint.

She leans into the screen, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You haven't gotten a PINpoint yet? A free PINpoint? Like the one I have? The one I showed you?"

[protolawyer]

O fuk. Busted. Sharks eyes dart back and forth before he puts both hands up defensively. "Look! I've been busy, okay. It was on my list. I'll bump it up a few steps, how about that." That's his way of covering up that he completely forgot about doing this particular task.

[chiron_survivor]

She frowns at him a moment longer before sighing and bringing a hand up to her forehead.. "Just... Shark. Please make it a priority. I have enough to worry about."

[protolawyer]

"Scout's honour, baby," he says with a little salute and a wink. "Don't worry about me. So I got shot! It's street cred in the end. And a wicked cool scar. Can't forget that part. Just focus on not getting stalked. Oh, don't leave any food or drink unattended. That's another important one. Like, ever. Don't do it. I don't deal benzos but other people DO, so."

[chiron_survivor]

His gesture gets a tiny smile from her -- more like a smirk, really. But she looks genuinely touched at his warning about unattended food and drink. It might be the one and only time that he and her parents have ever given her the same advice.

"I'll be careful," she promises. She glances off-screen, presumably to the Plaza at large. It seems innocuous as usual; people drinking coffee, or swiping their phones. "I should let you get back to work... tell Neirin 'hi' from me, okay? And thanks."

[protolawyer]

"Totally, totally. And yeah, I GUESS I gotta knock out the rest of this case and paperwork." He heaves a heavy, loud sigh, picking up a ream of papers and tapping them on his desk to line them back up. "But hey, if anything gets crazy, just call or text, kay? Me or Neirin. And we'll see how fast we can show up to crack some skulls for ya." Shark does a pair of finger-guns and another wink.

"Take it easy, lady."

[chiron_survivor]

She cracks a smile at the finger guns. "Sure thing. You'll be the first person I text." Possibly the only person. It was a relief to get this off her chest, but she's not sure she can handle telling anyone else about her stalker problem.

"You, too." And then, "And get a PINpoint!" right before she disconnects the call.

It takes her a moment to log herself out of the computer, and then it's back to her ship and her research, and a little less worry.