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{Tim's been watching the armed young woman since she wandered into his area of the exhibition. Not too closely, but enough that he knew where she was the whole time. Her age doesn't concern him, one of the scariest people he knows is thirteen, but the ease with which she carries her weapons, the worn serviceable familiarity of her armor, all of that screamed experience and skill.

Then she approaches his table, smiles, and instantly gets what he was trying to do. It reminds him of Cass for a split second. Pretty, deadly, smart, and trying so hard to be something more. He can't let his guard down of course, not at first but,....

He smiles back, a small quick thing.}

Thanks. You can have that chair and stick your own sign to the table if you want. I don't mind company.

{It was true. Any company he was likely to have right now was going to give him new information about something and if she hung around he might get to ask her about some of the gear she was carrying.}