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[ strolling down streets as she talks, occasionally glancing around in interest, bright and cheerful. it's a sunny day, everything looks bright. ]

Not that I'm not flattered, and I mean, the job is great and all that. It's nice to know I have a way to support myself. But I think they got the wrong Gothamite. I can do computers, but I'm not really the hero type.

I'd say about how I was in the middle of stuff but that doesn't seem to be an actual concern to them.

Which is actually a little unsettling in people who want me to hero it up for them. And I've got to say, handing out powers to people you don't really know all that well yet and who just got sort of kidnapped? Not actually seeming like a bright idea from over here.

It's probably a long shot, but anyone know Terry McGinnis? [ just in case! you never know. ] Or know anything more than they've told us? It'd be nice to get more of the lay of the land.

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[ The way she talks, it's almost like she doesn't remember being here, but that can't be right, can it? Either way, once he hears that familiar voice over the comm, he's scrambling to manage a reply. ]

Holy -- [ Okay, Bradbury, no need to freak out on the girl. Keep it cool. ] Max. Good to see you finally decided to join us.

[ there would be a dubious pause here, but a few other conversations have her heading towards some very strong suspicions (or perhaps already there), so what he says is more of the clincher than the first moment of awareness.

the pause is still kind of dubious. ] I'm really sorry, I don't - remember you. Or here. [ another slight beat ] Finally?

You don't --

[ Ah, shit. Well, he should have figured that out sooner, but he got a little caught up in the moment. ]

Right. Should've figured. Uh, technically you haven't been here before, so you wouldn't remember it anyway, but-- [ Getting ahead of yourself, Bradbury. He clears his throat. ]

I'm Bradbury.

Yeah, sorry. Seems like there's a few people here who recognize me, but I - yeah, Terry - the not my Terry - he said that you guys came here from somewhere else. And I guess I was there?

I'm Max, but that - you already know. Clearly.

[ Kind of weird, but she doesn't like to let things phase her, so she stays sounding pretty blase. ]

Yeah. You were there before me, actually -- think you'd been there a while. We both worked at City Hall.

[ He pauses, uncertain how to proceed for a moment... then oh, right. ]

I'm Bradbury. Rick Bradbury. Good to see you again, honestly, even if you don't remember me.

I worked at City Hall? [ what ] You're sure about that?

[ but he's being polite, she should be polite back. ] Did we know each other well?

As well as two people working in the same place can, I guess, except -- [ well, there was one time all of us got drunk together in a storage closet and where we both died in a death match arena is bound to give the wrong impression, so he shuts his mouth. ]

Nothing personal. [ he coughs. ]

[ beat because 'nothing personal', that's actually a little bit a lot at odds with his reaction to seeing her. part of her totally wants to pry and part of her thinks that seems potentially dangerous. still, after a moment she gently privates the conversation. just to be safe. ]

Yeah? You seemed pretty excited to see me for 'nothing personal'.

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